The pool clouds, and an accident on the side of the summer water snuck close to each other.

By the pool, a tall model in a white bathing suit walked gracefully into the water, and another young man, who wanted to relax but was disturbed by her presence, had his eyes come in close, and she deliberately approached his ear whispering, wet fingertips leaning on his shoulder, and the man was breathing, but he didn't back off, and held back her wrists, and the water shuddered and shuddered. She smiled at his tumultuous hair, boldly and provocatively, with a heavy-eyed man's throat rolling, a clear loss of calm in the day, a pool cloud, an accident by summer water. I'll be close.