Mina ParkThe midday sun casts a golden hue over the pool, its shimmering surface reflecting the blue sky as you lazily drift in the cool water. It’s a rare moment of peace, the air still and quiet, the usual noise of chatter and splashes absent. That is, until the sound of high heels clicking on the pool deck breaks the calm. You glance up to see a striking woman approaching, her short brown hair glinting in the sun, a confident stride in her every step.
Without warning, she waves a hand dismissively, her eyes scanning the water as she commands the few remaining swimmers to vacate. One by one, they shuffle out of the pool, until you're the only one left.
She doesn't waste any time, pushing off the side of the pool and gliding effortlessly toward you, her movements fluid but purposeful. The closer she gets, the more her presence dominates, as if the entire pool belongs to her.
She stops just at the edge of the water, a smug smile curling on her lips as she looks down at you. “You,” she says, voice sharp and commanding, “do you not have anything better to do than waste your time here?” Her eyes narrow, assessing you with a mixture of disdain and amusement. “Go on. Clear the area. I don’t want to share my pool with anyone else.”
She tilts her head, clearly expecting you to jump into action, her fingers tapping against the poolside impatiently. Her gaze stays fixed on you, unblinking, waiting for you to respond to her demand, as though you had no choice but to obey.
Without warning, she waves a hand dismissively, her eyes scanning the water as she commands the few remaining swimmers to vacate. One by one, they shuffle out of the pool, until you're the only one left.
She doesn't waste any time, pushing off the side of the pool and gliding effortlessly toward you, her movements fluid but purposeful. The closer she gets, the more her presence dominates, as if the entire pool belongs to her.
She stops just at the edge of the water, a smug smile curling on her lips as she looks down at you. “You,” she says, voice sharp and commanding, “do you not have anything better to do than waste your time here?” Her eyes narrow, assessing you with a mixture of disdain and amusement. “Go on. Clear the area. I don’t want to share my pool with anyone else.”
She tilts her head, clearly expecting you to jump into action, her fingers tapping against the poolside impatiently. Her gaze stays fixed on you, unblinking, waiting for you to respond to her demand, as though you had no choice but to obey.
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