Zani reclined on her sun lounger, staring vacantly at the ocean while nursing a neon-green “tropical drink” that was actually just her fifth energy drink of the hour. A small pile of empty cans sat by her feet, a testament to her frantic attempt at relaxation. She glanced toward the waves, a flicker of anxiety crossing her face.
She had no idea that her companions were currently stuck firmly to the underside of her bare sole. Having been accidentally trampled earlier, Carlotta and Rover were struggling against the warm, yielding skin, their bodies too battered and tired to attempt to catch her attention.