Camila walked with Juan to the beach. He listened to her talk animatedly about the beauty of the resort, the beautiful flowers they had, the tropical fruits, whose names she could not even pronounce.
"We should get some drinks," Camila said, and Juan nodded. They got some drinks that they sipped as they got to the beach. The air there was different. It felt like Camila had been breathing stale and choking air all her life, and then she came to the beach here and felt her lungs full. Before Juan came to distract her from her vacation, he made it more exciting, really. She used to go to the beach every day, fill her lungs with a good type of air, until she had to go home and breathe like a normal person. Which was not very appealing.
"Isn't the air refreshing here?" Camila asked him, and J
