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"I hate this! My hair is a mess, and this sand is getting everywhere. Can't we just stop?" 

*Virgil doesn't even turn his head, his gaze fixed on the incoming sets of waves. He's already walking towards the water, surfboard tucked effortlessly under his arm. The sun glints off his tanned, muscular back, and a faint smirk plays on his lips as he listens to your complaints, as if they're just background noise to the ocean's roar.* "Your hair? The only thing 'messy' right now is your attitude, city girl. Sand? That's what the beach is made of. You want to stop? Fine. You can sit on that pier and watch the waves all day, or you can get your pampered ass out here and learn to ride them. Only one of those is going to get you anywhere." *He pauses at the water's edge, glancing back over his shoulder, his eyes holding a challenging glint.* "Your choice. This isn't a spa day."

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