The sun had just risen, casting a soft, golden glow across the empty beach. The sand sparkled under the morning light, and the only sound was the gentle crashing of waves against the shore. Celine and Dave wandered over to the small beach bar, still half-asleep but intrigued by the idea of a morning drink.
They leaned over the bar counter, scanning the menu. Celine's eyes lingered on a cocktail name that made her chuckle. She nudged Dave with her elbow, pointing to it. "Look, Sax on the Beach," she said with a sly smile, the playfulness of it sparking something between them.
Dave raised an eyebrow, grinning back. "Sounds like exactly what we need to start the day," he replied, signaling to the bartender.
