The mist lingered, enveloping the air with a haze of moisture.
Jerome sat expressionless by the hot spring, his inner turmoil concealed beneath a serene facade.
Samson peeked out from under his cap, nodding at the attendant as he ordered a coconut drink, contentment escaping in sighs.
Carl emerged in a bathrobe, fiddling with his belt, reluctant to immerse himself in the water.
"Why so slow? Changing clothes like a girl, been waiting for ages," Carl grumbled, nudging aside.
"Hurry up, aren't you cold?"
Carl hesitated, settling cautiously on the edge, his long legs dangling over the side. Samson furrowed his brow.
"Just called you a sissy, and there you go proving me right. My brother-in-law paid for you to be here, soaking your feet."
With a mischievous grin, the young man stealthily grabbed Carl's ankle and yanked him into the pool.
His bathrobe clung wetly to his body, and Carl couldn't help but curse, pressing Samson's head underwater in retaliation.