Volleyball Match

The beach was alive with energy — kids building sandcastles, couples walking hand-in-hand, groups of guys flexing in the sun, and women in bikinis laughing amongst themselves.

A game of beach volleyball was in full swing not too far from where they stood, the players diving and spiking the ball with impressive skill.

Vanessa turned to him, tilting her head slightly. "So, what do you do at the beach?"

Ethan shrugged. "I usually don't go."

"Figures." She smirked. "You look like the type to sit in the shade and check your phone every five minutes."

"Not true," he defended. "I'd probably read a book."

Vanessa snorted. "That's somehow worse."

Ethan just shook his head. "You didn't tell me why you picked this place."

She stepped closer, her eyes glinting with something playful. "Would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you in swim trunks?"

Ethan gave her a flat look. "You would say that, wouldn't you?"