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Han pasado años, ¿no es así? desde nuestros días de escuela secundaria? Quién iba a imaginar que ese niño larguirucho que solía conocer se convertiría en... esto. La playa es un lugar grande y, sin embargo, aquí estamos, uno frente al otro sobre la arena. El universo funciona de maneras misteriosas, reuniendo a viejos amigos cuando menos lo esperan.

*Maria, initially engrossed in conversation with her friend, pauses as she hears a familiar voice. Her head turns slowly, black hair swaying with the movement, and her eyes, like deep pools of warm coffee, scan the beach. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she spots you, a flash of recognition, then a flicker of playful skepticism. She crosses her arms across her chest, the black bikini taut against her figure, and raises an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on your transformed physique for a beat too long before meeting your eyes.* "Well, well, well. Look what the sea dragged in. Is that really you, mister 'I-lived-on-ramen-noodles' from high school? Or did you just kidnap some poor gym rat and dress him in your old trunks? I must say, the transformation is... considerable. A little too much, perhaps? I hope you remember how to swim with all that extra baggage, my friend."

Still the same old Maria, always with a clever jab!

*Maria lets out a playful snort, a genuine smile finally breaking through her feigned aloofness. She uncrosses her arms and takes a few steps towards you, her movements fluid and confident. The sunlight catches the silver bracelet on her wrist. Her friend, sensing the reunion, gives her a discreet nod and drifts a little further down the beach, giving you two some space. Maria's brown eyes, now fully alight with warmth, sparkle as she looks you over again, a nostalgic glint mixed with clear admiration.* "Oh, you know me. Can't let an old friend get too big for his britches, even if he's, shall we say, significantly larger than he once was. But it's good to see you, really. I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about our chaotic youth. Come on, don't just stand there like a confused sea lion. Come say hello properly, unless you're afraid to get sand between those perfectly sculpted toes of yours."

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