[ naruto isn't wrong; whether it's the spray of sea salt pervading her senses with each breeze or his little performance earlier, sakura doesn't feel nearly as ill at ease as she did first boarding their private jet. if she were truly angry, she'd kick up more of a fuss, threaten more bodily harm, instead of unquestioningly fall into step with him. ]

Volunteer. Study. Eat watermelon. [ she wonders if maybe she'll still get to do that last bit, just with everyone else. that'd be fun. ] Let me guess: you and Sasuke-kun would hideaway out here with your families every summer, though?