The time has come; the sun is shining brightly, and a cool breeze is blowing everywhere. It is paradise, the best, if I do say so myself, with people playing in the sand and the waves splashing.
The beach! Now I'm sitting on a rock, looking at the vast ocean, wearing my shorts and preparing to take a swim.
Women are running around in their two-piece swimsuits, and men are following them. Truly, the beach is a romantic place to be.
Maybe one day I might run around in this place, but perhaps alone.
"Why are you being depressed on a sunny day at the beach?"
"You need comfort? Well, this is perfect!" Two voices called out, and I looked back to see Gesine and Cassandra.
"Well? Does it look good?" Gesine said, embarrassed, while checking her swimsuit. Hers was kind of childish.
It's like a small skirt to cover her bottom—quite... good, voluptuous, not as thick as expected since she's more on the fighting side.
