By the time they returned to the resort, everyone quickly freshened up, taking swift showers before heading back to the beachfront. The scent of grilled meat and sizzling seafood filled the air as the group settled down for a relaxing BBQ lunch by the ocean.
Despite the earlier incident, the atmosphere was lively again. But Zack… Zack's mood was anything but light.
As he sat there, barely touching his food, he realized something.
If he wanted to rattle Azzy, breaking a sandcastle wouldn't be enough.
Azzy stood by the grill, his movements precise as he flipped the sizzling pieces of meat. The rich aroma of barbecue filled the air, blending with the salty ocean breeze. Max stood beside him, casually helping out while sneaking a few bites here and there.
"Man, you're really good at this," Max commented, watching Azzy work.
"It's just grilling," Azzy replied simply, his focus unwavering.
