Allowing yourself to fall behind, when the guys turn to see why, you gesture towards a nearby toilet block. They point towards the beach bar, and you give them a thumbs up.
Satisfied, you didn't technically lie to them, you head off in the opposite direction, heading towards the hottie in the red bikini. As she turns over on her towel. She shuffled around to lie on her back. Ready for an even tan.
As you get closer, your destination is clear. Eyes meeting you greet her.
"Hi...", after an awkward pause, "I'm Aaron."
From the way she looks at you, you want to crawl away. Or for the Earth to open up and swallow you. Her silence extends, and you try to tell yourself maybe she doesn't speak English.
There's something playful about her face, those lips just hinting at a smile.
"May I?" you ask, gesturing to a spot on the sand beside her towel. Even if it's awkward, and she doesn't speak English, you're sure you can mumble your way through some kind of communication.
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