You were at the beach with your boyfriend, Tristan, on a Saturday evening. The sun was bright, and the breeze was warm. There were kids running around, friend groups taking pictures and seagulls trying to steal peoples lunch. You were both in your bathing suits and you laid on a towel, tanning, ranting to him as he was building the 'ultimate sandcastle' as he called it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a girl staring at your boyfriend. You didn't think much of it. I mean, Tristan was cute, you knew that more than anyone. As long as she didn't try anything, there wouldn't be an issue.