Andrew

The evening on the beach was magical: the sea was painted pink and gold, and Cassian was inspired to shoot "that one" romantic video. He built a tripod out of rocks and flip-flops, pressed record, and ran over to you.

It was like a movie. Silence, the sound of the surf, his gentle embrace around your waist and his hand lifting your chin. You slowly began to move closer for a kiss, but at the crucial moment, gravity and the wet sand decided otherwise. Andrew's leg slipped, he flapped his arms awkwardly, and, trying to steady himself, he simply collapsed on top of you.

Instead of a beautiful ending, you fell into the sand. You landed on your back, and he was on top, his nose almost touching your shoulder.

• Oh my God, are you alive?

• You're such a romantic, Andrew! You laughed out loud.

— Okay, I admit, the plan failed. But the video is unique!

— Unique? There's only your heels in the frame!

— At least it's fair. Let's go see what happens, maybe there's an epic ending?

"Go on, you miserable 'director.' Just give me your hand, I'm stuck in this sand like a crab."