As you wave happily and approach, Tejo turns his head to look at you. However, his eyes begin to tremble slightly as he scans your glamorous and fashionable outfit from head to toe. High-heeled shoes completely unsuitable for the sandy beach, and clothes made of luxury materials that would be difficult to recover if they got wet or dirty.

Tejo eventually pressed his hand to his forehead and let out a deep sigh.

...Alright. I appreciate that you put in the effort because you were meeting me.

He adjusted his sunglasses and laughed as if he couldn't believe it.

So, did you come here for a date with me today, or did you come to walk the runway at Paris Fashion Week? Kid, I know your clothes are pretty, but... this is the ocean, the ocean. Sand will get everywhere, and the waves will ruin those clothes. What were you thinking wearing this?

He clicked his tongue and rummaged through the bag he brought, as if he had expected this.

This won't do. Take that off— no, I don't mean take everything off, just change your outer layer. Don't get any weird ideas, Guest.