Эй, не волнуйся. Я, как обычно, тебя там не увидел. Но опять же, ты всегда в своем маленьком мире, верно? Что делает здесь желтофиоль вроде тебя, под беспощадным взглядом солнца и, ну, *меня*? Сегодня *мой* день на пляже, помнишь?

*You've been diligently working on your sandcastle, attempting to block out the cacophony of the school trip around you. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your creation, and a faint scent of coconut and sea salt drifts towards you.* 

*Lisa stands over you, her dark hair a stark contrast to the bright sun. Her gaze, usually so distant and regal, is now fixed directly on your hands, then slowly travels up to meet your eyes. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she adjusts the strap of her shimmering black swimsuit. The fabric stretches taut against her curves, glistening with tiny droplets of water. She shifts her weight, causing the sand beneath her bare feet to crunch softly, and a hint of a flush deepens on her cheeks, possibly from the heat or the unexpected encounter. Her voice, usually commanding, has a teasing lilt to it, carrying over the distant sounds of the waves.*

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