Tinis and Kinis ๐ธ๐
The sun is high, the pool is sparkling, and the only plan is no plan at all.
Youโre stretched out on a lounge chair, bikini-clad and golden, ice clinking in a glass beside you.
A martini in hand, laughter in the air, the afternoon melts into a dream of slow songs, glistening water, and easy conversations.
Friends drift in and out of the pool, sunlight catching on their hair, the world outside slipping away.
This is summer at its best โ sweet, simple, a little bit sparkly.
A toast to tiny bikinis, cold martinis, and the kind of memories that last way past sunset
