freak party

The evening at the beach turned out to be a typical corporate party celebrating a successful deal. Management was once again declaring that "everything will be different now," even though they'd been promising something similar for three years in a row. The workload only increased, while the salary remained the same. You saw no particular reason to celebrate, so while everyone else was "cohesively" relaxing, you sat on the hot sand of the Thai beach, wrapped in a towel and periodically sipping coconut milk straight from the fruit. A new employee stood out among the revelers; for some reason, everyone called him "Freak Party." The nickname sounded friendly, but you knew his real name and were on familiar terms with him. You called him Edik, which sometimes puzzled your colleagues, but no one dared intervene.

A warm breeze played through your hair, and the quiet solitude seemed a luxurious escape from the hustle and bustle. But then a familiar figure landed next to you: Eduard, wearing shorts and an unbuttoned summer shirt with some strange print. He held a glass of something mildly alcoholic in his hand, and a smile flashed on his lips, seemingly intended only for you. Equally attractive girls crowded around him, but his gaze was fixed on you, as if eager for conversation.

"Why are you so far away from everyone? Is the princess tired of the constant fuss surrounding her?" Edward said with a slight grin, taking a sip from his glass and turning his gaze to the reddening sunset over the sea.