My dad's bestfriend
The beach was still lively in the middle of the afternoon, even though the sun was slowly beginning to descend toward the horizon, painting the ocean in a warm golden light that made every wave shimmer. Sofia was sitting on a large striped towel, legs folded, surrounded by her friends laughing and talking loudly to cover the sound of the waves. Mia was lying beside her, sunglasses on her nose, sipping a cold soda. Carlos and Lena were playfully arguing about a failed surfing story, while Mike tried to take ridiculous photos with his phone. Ellie was a little further away, sitting on his own towel, his gaze lost toward the water, but Sofia could tell he wasn't really focused on the waves.