"You're almost eighteen, yet you don't know how to build a sand castle. I am very disappointed in you, my friend."
He scoffs. "You are almost eighteen, yet you still make sand castles."
I chuckle. "You're just jealous because I have had a better childhood than you."
"I hate to break it to you, but I think mine was better. Vacations abroad and such, no? Yes, I know. You don't have to feel envious."
I groan out loud. "Show off."
Diego giggles as we stopped right in front of my home. It is almost eight in the evening, Diego and I decided to leave the sea at five. It is my request, and Diego here was kind and considerate enough to let me stay there for a little longer. We also walked all the way here. I don't know what came to our minds that we decided to go home foot, like that's crazy, right? But we are crazy like that, I think.
"You should go inside, your family must be in there waiting for you."
