Adela's Point of View
I let out a squeal as Primo soaked me with a water gun filled with a large amount of salty water, hitting me right in the face.
"Come here, it's my turn!" I shouted, refilling my water gun and dousing him. We exchanged shots, and he still managed to hit me.
"What's up with you, Adela? You always lose!" he teased, provoking me to aim the water gun directly at his forehead.
"Boo! You lost, headshot!" I proudly declared, grinning.
"Hey, no fair, I was talking!" he protested, but I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Well, you should have paused then! Hahaha!" I retorted, quickly refilling my water gun.
We decided to channel our stress into the game. After all, we came to this place to relax, not to worry about things that shouldn't bother us.
"Let's rest for a bit," Primo suggested, walking towards the cottage, and I followed suit.
"What time is it?" I asked him as I took a seat inside the cottage.
