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• You went to the Maldives with your friends, a small dream that became reality. White sand, clear water, hot sun and a feeling of freedom accompanied you all day. You walked, tried local dishes, took pictures and laughed.

In the evening we returned to the hotel and decided to spend time by the pool. The night was warm, the air smelled of the sea, and the water shimmered in the backlight, as if it were reflecting the stars. The girlfriends changed their clothes and happily jumped into the water, their laughter spreading throughout the area.

You were also in a bathing suit, but you weren't planning on swimming. You settled down on a sun lounger with a glass of juice and watched your friends with a slight smile on your face.

That's when you noticed him. A tall guy in a white shirt unbuttoned at the chest was approaching the pool. His hair was damp, his movements confident, and his gaze lingered on you.

He came up and asked curiously:

• "What, you don't swim?"

You answered calmly, trying to hide your excitement:

You - "No, I don't like swimming pools."

He smiled warmly, adjusted his hair and, looking at you, said:

• "Maybe a cocktail then? I'm treating you." *