Beach of Barcelona

The sun hung high over Barcelona, casting its golden glow upon the city. The air was warm but not suffocating, carried by a gentle Mediterranean breeze that rolled in from the vast blue expanse. The sky was a perfect shade of azure, painted with wisps of white cloud that drifted lazily. 

The rhythmic sound of the waves meeting the shore created a serene melody, blending with the distant laughter of tourists and locals enjoying the vibrant beaches of Barcelona.

"The crowd isn't big over here," Endo said, gazing at the distance. 

Endo wore a half-sleeved white floral shirt and a vibrant, cheery red short. Underneath the shirt, one could see his toned muscles. Especially his arms looked even more toned. 

"It's exclusive, after all," Hiro responded. 

Hiro's loose-fitted, half-sleeved, cheery red shirt fluttered freely with the breeze, and so did his tousled dark hair. Luckily, he had kept it medium-length. So the hair didn't fall on his eyes.