She turned and lifted her head to see Remi holding on to her iPhone 12 with her earphone hanging around her neck. She was wearing wrecked, faded-blue bum shorts and a grey sweater along with a pair of grey flip-flops. Since the pool was inbuilt, it regulated the temperature to be conducive and Remi wouldn’t feel cold in the little she wore.

She shook her head, then accompanied it with, “No, you’re not, Remi, I wasn’t really doing anything.”

Remi moved closer and sat down beside the pool as well, and her legs slowly dipped into it.

“I needed this,” she moaned in relief and her eyes briefly fluttered.

Jasmin...