Cassandra turned around, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders as she called back to Zafron, who was lagging a few steps behind. "Come on, Zafron! Pick up the pace," she teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Or are you not tired of swimming yet?"
Zafron grinned, his feet splashing through the shallow water as he caught up to her. "If I had the chance, I could spend the whole day in the water, Miss" he replied with a carefree laugh, water droplets still shimmering on his skin.
Cassandra chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "Well, next time, we'll make sure to stay longer. But for now, let's get changed before we catch a chill."
As they stepped into her changing room, the cool air from the open window made Cassandra shiver slightly.
She turned to Zafron. "Zafron, could you help me with this?" she asked, tugging at the zip behind her neck. "It's like this thing has a personal vendetta against me now that it's soaked."