"Wanna go skydiving in our new underwear?" Laz asked suddenly, and Frida froze mid-step.
"What?" She stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"It's just something crazy to do before the year's over," he said, smirking.
"No way. I'm not going skydiving in my underwear with you," she scoffed.
"It's on a private island," he added in a sing-song tone.
Frida gasped, narrowing her eyes. "Laz, that's the craziest idea I've ever heard… It's winter!"
He chuckled, leaning closer. "Yeah, but it's a tropical island. Snow doesn't exactly fall there."
They locked eyes, both smiling. After a moment, Frida broke into a grin. "Fine. Let's do it."
Just then, a helicopter flew overhead, towing a massive banner that read, "I'm taking my girlfriend on a wild ride. I love you, Frida."
Her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my God, Laz! Everyone's going to see that!"
Laz laughed. "I'm not hiding it."
