Steal their prey.

You stand up from your towel and make your way towards them, bringing your hands through your soft, perfect hair as you throw it back. When you get close, you lock your gaze onto his, and notice his demeanour slightly shift. He seems to be entirely entranced by your appearance. It takes a moment for the other two to notice, but eventually they turn around and back up.

"Um. Can we help you?" Tamara barks.

"You don't recognize me?" you ask.

Taylor inspects you closely. Either she doesn't know, or she doesn't want to admit it.

"Alice."

Tamara's eyes widen. "Alice Troublefield?!"

"That's impossible," Taylor says. "Though, I guess we've never seen you in a swimsuit, and having done your hair, and..."

"Whatever. Just get lost," Tamara demands, though without a lot of strength behind her words. She seems to be in awe.

You look down at yourself, and slide a hand down your arm, your chest, and to your stomach. "I suppose I can, but I was hoping to find somebody with sunscreen. I forgot mine at home."

Suddenly, Chris speaks up. "Oh, uh. I have some! I can even put it on for you... I mean, if you want." He starts to mutter near the end.

Someone so handsome can get so timid all of the sudden? That's really cute.

"That would be lovely," you say, staring at him directly in the eyes. His heart jumps.

"You can do us too!" Taylor suggests.

Ignoring her, Chris starts to step away and towards his nearby towel. While digging around in his bag of supplies, you look to his rear in the air, and then back to the twins with a calm smile. They on the other hand are the opposite of calm.

I've never felt this confident before. It's like I can do anything.

Though, they have no idea what to do about it. He made his choice. In a huff, they both storm off, leaving you alone with the man who now stands beside you, holding a bottle of cream in his hand. You look him over, nod, and head over to your own towel to lay. It's time for some real relaxation.