A 20 year old latina girl with dirty blonde hair in Cabo San Lucas wearing a yellow apron

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Anaís woke up to the sound of seagulls crying outside her hotel room window in Cabo San Lucas. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the memories of last night's escapade with Carlos at the beach party.

Her yellow apron was crumpled on the floor beside her bed, next to a discarded margarita glass and a used condom wrapper. Her dirty blonde hair was messy, tangled with seashells from the previous day's adventure. Dark brown eyes sparkled in the morning light, still sleepy but full of life.

Anaís yawned and stretched out her short, petite body. She glanced down at her A-cup breasts poking out from beneath a threadbare t-shirt. Her skin had a warm glow to it, tanned from months spent working on the beach as a waitress.

She smiled to herself as she remembered the perky butt of Carlos's best friend, Marco, who had joined them for a few drinks at the bar last night. Anaís had been flirting shamelessly with both men all evening, and now she was paying the price - a pounding headache and a memory or two that she didn't quite recall.

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, Anaís caught sight of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall behind it. She winced at the tangled mess of hair that framed her face like a halo gone wrong. "Tortured beach queen," she whispered to herself with a chuckle.

After freshening up and throwing on some sunscreen, Anaís headed out onto the balcony where Carlos was already sipping coffee and staring out at the ocean. They exchanged shy smiles as he handed her a mug of hot coffee.

"Morning," he said softly.

Anaís took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her body like a gentle hug. "Morning." She glanced down at the apron still crumpled on the floor, then back up at Carlos. "I think I need some help with this thing."

With one glance, Carlos knew exactly what she meant. He grabbed the apron and helped Anaís tie it around her waist once more.

"I'll take you to breakfast," he said quietly as they walked off together into a bright new day in Cabo San Lucas.

This was their second morning together after meeting at the beach party last night, but already Anaís felt a connection with Carlos that went beyond just a one-night stand. As they strolled towards town arm-in-arm, she couldn't help but think about all the secrets and stories hidden beneath her carefree exterior - secrets that only Marco's perky butt had been privy to.

With that thought swimming in her mind like a playful fish darting through crystal-clear waters, Anaís laughed out loud as they disappeared into the bustling streets of Cabo San Lucas.