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“Order up!” Link called out, topping a coconut shake with its lid and sliding it across the counter. Aryll, his little sister, grabbed it before it slid off the edge and took it to the customer that had ordered it before returning to the register to take another order.

She had just started working at Grandma’s Shake Shack, called as such by the owner, their actual Grandma, this summer, having just turned sixteen, and Link was pleased to see that she was doing well. There were a few mishaps here and there, but that was to be expected in any family business. Anything she couldn’t handle, Link could take care of, having worked there for years. He practically ran the place.

“Link,” Aryll called into the kitchen with a frown, “Mo’s back on his bull-crap.”

He sighed. “Finish this please,” Link said, sliding the shake he had started to one of their seasonal employees before pushing through the door into the dining room, festively decorated with cheap tropical themed decor.

The restaurant was tiny, as most people took their orders to go, preferring to take their drink to the nearby beach, but they still had regulars who came inside. One such regular, an absolute oaf of a man, was a guy named Mo. He enjoyed provoking fights with other men who were clearly on dates with their girlfriends, and Link was the only employee with any courage to kick him out of the establishment.

He approached Mo, who leaned over the table, harassing some couple. The girl had her hand on her boyfriend’s arm, holding him back. His face was red and his clenched fists shook.

“You wanna say that again, bro?” he demanded.

Mo snorted a laugh. “Yeah. You look like a girl who got crapped on by a seagull.”

“You take that back!” the man screamed, tears in his eyes.

Before things could escalate further, Link grabbed Mo’s shoulder and tugged him away from the man and his date.

“Mo, I told you not to come back around here!” Link said, scowling at him.

“Aw, come on, Link,” Mo drawled, “You’re not gonna kick out your favorite customer!”

“You are far from my favorite customer,” he said, shoving Mo to the door, “Now beat it!” With one last push, Link sent him sprawling out onto the sidewalk. Tourists jumped out of the way as Mo picked himself up, glaring daggers at Link, taking his wounded pride away with him. Link sighed.

“You’d think a guy would learn,” a feminine voice next to him said.

Link gasped in surprise and turned to see his actual favorite customer.

“Tetra!” he said, a smile lighting up his features. “Come in, come in!” He ushered her into the restaurant, all but rolling out a red carpet for her.

Aryll smirked and rolled her eyes, but Link payed her no mind, shoving her out of the way so he could take Tetra’s order.

“What can I get for you?” he asked cheerfully.

“The usual, please.”

“Of course!” Link tapped away on the screen as he recited the order back to her. “One Twisted Pirate shake with one scoop of ice cream instead of two, a twist of watered down lime, three cherries, an extra shot of root beer, and an additional swirl of whipped cream.”

“Perfect,” she said with a coquettish smile.

“Anything else?”

Tetra bit her lip. “Can you put extra love in it?”

Link grinned and looked away, a blush lighting his features.

“Anything for you, Tetra,” he murmured. He finished her order and handed her a number tent with a three on it.

“Thank you.” She gave him a wink and slid her card to pay before taking a seat at a table and pulling out her phone.

“That was pitiful,” Aryll whispered, taking her spot back at the register.

“Shut up,” he said, kicking her lightly with his foot.

“Just ask her out already.”

Link frowned. “I can’t do that!” he hissed.

“Why not?” Aryll said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re as whipped as this shake.” She took a finished shake from the order window, that looked to be mostly whipped cream, and handed it to him. “Take this to number seven.”

“Running orders is your job, newbie,” he said, but he took the shake out anyway.

He snuck a glance at Tetra as he walked past, blushing when she waved her fingers at him. It distracted him enough that he ran into a small child who fell and promptly started crying. He heard Tetra laugh. His blush deepened.

After a round of apologies between Link and the kid’s parents (they were the more apologetics ones), he delivered the shake and returned to the kitchen.

“Um, Link?” A new hire, Makar, was holding an unfinished drink in his hands, staring at the order screen. “What is a watered down twist of lime?”

“Oh, I’ll take care of that one, Makar.” Link took the shake from his hands and set about making Tetra’s complicated order, mentally checking things off as he added them until he got to the last line that said “extra love.” He blushed, not realizing that he had actually typed that in as a note. Aryll was never going to let him live that down. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to put extra love in the drink aside from kissing the cup, but that probably didn’t comply with rules of sanitation, so, through sheer force of will, he imbued his love into the cup as he mixed it. He capped the drink, grabbed a spoon and straw and took it to the dining room.

“I thought I was supposed to run orders,” Aryll said cheekily.

He stuck his tongue out at her and walked past, reaching Tetra’s table. She looked up expectantly.

“Here’s your shake,” Link said, handing it to her with a flourish.

“Is there extra love in this?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Why don’t you taste it and find out.” He mirrored her expression.

She unwrapped her straw and stuck it through the hole in the lid, taking a slow drink. She swallowed and looked at him with a smirk.

“Tastes just like it always does. Perfect.”

With that, she stood and walked past him, brushing her hand along his shoulder, and walked out the door. Link placed his hand where hers had been and sighed dreamily.

“Like I said,” Aryll called over her shoulder as she grabbed an order from the window. “Absolutely whipped.”

“There’s supposed to be whip in that?” Makar cried, trying to take the order back. Aryll waved him off, assuring Makar that she wasn’t talking to him.

Link was going to make a snarky remark about how she was wrong and he certainly was not head over heels for the girl, but Grandma had taught him since he was little never to lie, so he said nothing, only walked back to the kitchen with a blush on his face.

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Link wasn’t making shakes at the Shack today. No, instead, he was performing numerous repairs to the store. From fixing a leaky faucet to re-grouting the tiles in the kitchen, he wanted to get all of it done before spring break the next week when they would be too busy to work on anything.

He stood on a step stool replacing the light fixture in the middle of the dining room just as his grandpa had taught him before he passed. He almost didn’t notice Tetra come in, but it was impossible not to notice her jolly band of eco-terrorists.

The Crew as she called them were just a bunch of guys that hung around, giving people the stink eye and occasionally dismantling oil rigs with her (you know, the usual stuff). As Link wasn’t exactly shy about his affection for their “captain,” he was on the receiving end of the stink eye frequently (he’d never been on an oil rig though).

“Hi Link,” Tetra said in sing-song voice, looking up at him with a devilish smirk, and he could help but smile down at her.

“What are you up to?” she asked.

“Just fixing this light before spring break.” Link pulled a screwdriver out of his belt loop and added a few screws to the fixture.

“Well,” Tetra grinned, “It looks like you’re doing a great job. Especially from this angle.”

“Don’t objectify me,” he chided, looking down at her with a pout, but turned his face upward again before she could see the grin bloom on his face. She giggled.

“Tetra,” Gonzo, one of the biggest and most intimidating members of her Crew interrupted. “What do you want?” he nodded toward the menu.

“Just a Twisted Pirate,” she said.

“Um what was all that extra stuff you want in it?” Aryll asked.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about any of that,” Tetra said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I just add all the extra stuff to screw with Link.”

“Hey!” he said indignantly, but it was impossible to stay mad at her when her following giggle was so cute.

The Crew took their usual spots at the back of the store, and Link took over the counter while Aryll was on her break. It was a slow day, so not many people were coming in, giving Tetra plenty of opportunity to tease him. She came up and leaned her elbows on the counter, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Hey, Link,” she began.

“Hey, Tetra,” he cut in, mirroring her pose.

“Can I get a free drink?” she said with a coquettish smile.

“Nope,” he returned, leaning upright. “But I can give you a free sticker.” He pulled a roll of stickers from under the counter, each one with a different fruit on it and peeled one off the backing, a bunch of bananas, and stuck it on her forehead. She pouted.

“You’re so mean,” she said. “Other guys let me walk all over them.”

Link leaned in again with a smirk and whispered, “Grandma would kill me if I gave away products for free, but otherwise I’d love for you to walk all over me, sweetheart.” He expected a witty retort, but she just stared at him with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow. “Cat got your tongue?” She blinked and then punched him in the arm, snapping out of her stupor.

“Shut up!” she said, grinning, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.”

“Bathrooms are for paying customers only,” he tossed after her.

“I did pay, you jerk!” She laughed and pushed her way into the bathroom, letting the door fall closed behind her. Not a minute later, two police officers walked in.

“Hi, welcome to the Shack,” Link greeted them. “What can I get you boys?”

“I’ll have a—”

“Actually we’re here on business,” the senior officer said. Link held in a groan, smiling politely. “Have you seen a woman named Tetra?”

The Crew shifted uneasily in the seats, but didn’t move, watching the officers as they produced a photo of their captain. It was a grainy, black and white picture of a woman cutting through a control panel with a chainsaw. Link could just barely make out Tetra’s face.

“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, “We get a lot of people in here, so it’s—”

“Do you have security cameras?” the cop interrupted.

“Uh, we do…” Link said, glancing up at one, “But I think my boss was backing them up, so I don’t know if their working right now.” This was partially true, except Link had fixed the cameras the day before.

The cop tutted. “And you’re sure you haven’t seen this woman?” Link looked down at the photo again. Though the image was blurry, it was definitely Tetra.

“I don’t think so, sorry,” he said, handing it back to the cop. It was at that moment that Tetra exited the bathroom, stopping short when she saw the cops.

“Have you guys heard about today’s special?” Link asked enthusiastically, pointing at the menu behind him. “Just take a close, careful look up there, and you’ll see that we brought back our Tropical Mama Split.”

Tetra began to slowly make her way past the cop, following her Crew as they filed out the door.

“No, We really should be going—” The cops began to turn away from the counter.

“Fifty percent off for our boys in blue!” Link cried, making them pause. “Valid today only.”

“Might as well,” the junior partner said with a grin, elbowing the older man who relented with a sigh. Tetra made it safely out the door as they ordered, blowing a kiss. If the cops noticed the blush on Link's face, they didn’t comment.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, the most exciting thing that happened after the cops left was someone turning a wallet into lost and found. As slow as it was, Link decided to send everyone home and get started on cleaning before they closed. Aryll stayed because he was her ride and took a nap on one of the booth benches. Despite his snoozing sister, Link hooked his phone up to the music system and blasted Disney songs as he worked.

As he mopped the sticky floors, he poured his heart and soul into “How Far I’ll Go” and making up a little dance for it. Someone tapped on his shoulder. Link screamed like a girl, jumping out of his skin, and whipping around to find Tetra standing there, holding in laughter.

“Tetra! Uh, hi.” Link cleared his throat, blushing furiously.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, “The sign still said open…”

“Oh, yeah,” Link set the mop down, “I was just getting closing stuff done a little early. What can I get for you?” he asked, stepping behind the counter.

“Actually, I think I left my wallet here. I was wondering if it was in the lost and found.”

“What does it look like?” Link said, bending behind the counter.

“It’s blue with little anchors on it.”

“That’s the one,” he said, producing the wallet and handing it to her. Tetra clutched it to her chest.

“Thanks,” she said, looking away. “And, um…thanks for earlier, too. With the cops, I mean.”

Link chuckled. “No problem.”

“I mean, I know you’re a goody-two-shoes and all,” she began, “So…yeah.”

“Who says I’m a goody-two-shoes?” Link asked, cocking his head. Tetra raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve been in here when your Grandma still hung around,” she said. “She’d go on and on about her perfect grandson, the straight-A student, president of the chess club, and how you got a full-ride basketball scholarship to Hyrule University.” She sighed, twisting a strand of her hair pensively. “I bet you’ve never even been in trouble at school.” At that, Link laughed out loud.

“Bless Grandma for leaving out all the times I was suspending for beating people up,” he said, leaning against the counter.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Tetra said flatly.

“Seriously,” Link nodded, “Someone had to defend all the nerds from bullies.”

“You beat up bullies to defend nerds,” she asked in disbelief, “What a hero.”

“It’s true,” he chuckled, shrugging.

“Well,” Tetra said with a wave of her hand, “Since you were my hero today, I think you deserve a reward.” She smirked.

“Oh, I don’t do it for the reward,” he said sagely, “I do it for my fellow man. Or eco-terrorist in this case.”

“I prefer the term “eco-pirate,” she said, leaning in from the opposite side of the counter.

“That’s not a thing.” He could smell the sea salt in her hair.

“Sure it is. Besides, I think you’ll like this reward,” she said, her gaze falling to his lips.

“Will I?” he challenged with a smirk of his own.

She giggled. “Definitely. Just close your eyes,” she said, reaching out to remove the cap he kept on for work.

Link let his eyes fall closed and felt the brush of Tetra’s lips against his own. If he was blushing before, he was on fire now, though the kiss was soft and sweet. Her hands tangled in his hair, and he pressed deeper into the kiss, reaching for her waist and wishing the counter weren’t in the way. Tetra slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting like root beer and lime. He had never tasted anything so sweet.

“Ew, gross!” Aryll groaned, having woken from her nap. “Get a room, you two!”

Tetra giggled as she pulled away from an awe-struck Link, patting his chest and turning for the door. “Bye-bye, hero,” she said, waggling her fingers. He watched her go with a stupid, little smile on his face, ignoring Aryll’s complaints about the public display of affection, feeling like he’d ascended to the Sacred Realm.

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Ahh, spring break…cold drinks, warm beaches, and hot babes in bathing suits. And customers. Lots and lots and lots and lots of customers. Link hated spring break. Thank the three above it was Dinsday, the last day of the week. Tomorrow, all the rude tourists would be flying back to the mainland, and he could relax on the beach himself. All he had to do was get through today.

It was about the time that Link wanted to take out a bow and arrow and just start shooting people that there was a blessed lull in activity. Those Karens didn’t know how lucky they were. And to make matters better, Tetra (dreamy sigh) came in.

“Hey, Hero-boy,” she said, planting her hands on the counter, “Give me my stupid drink.”

“Oh, come on, baby,” he smirked, leaning over the counter, “I can’t give you a drink unless you use your manners.”

“Manners?” She leaned in too, bringing their faces closer. “Don’t you know pirates don’t use manners?”

“Oh, yeah?” he murmured, glancing down at her lips, “How about wanted criminals?” Tetra pouted.

“You’re not gonna let me live that down, are you?” she asked, hooking her fingers over the collar of his shirt

Link chuckled. “Nope,” he said. “In fact, I should hand you over to the cops now.” She gave him doe eyes.

“Pwomise you won’t?” She leaned in more, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, “I’ll give you something good.”

Link held back a grin, aware of the nearby tourists disgusted with their display. “What are you gonna give me?” he asked.

“You’ll have to find out.” She softly bit his earlobe. And then the grin exploded on his face, accompanied by a deep blush. He let out an effeminate giggle.

But then the door opened, the jingling bell catching his attention. Link looked up and muttered a soft curse upon seeing who it was. He pulled back to his side of the counter.

“Um, I’ll get that right out for you, Tetra,” he said, punching in her usual order.

“O-kay?” she said, sliding her credit card, confused at his sudden turn of behavior. She stepped back to let the next person order, some college girl, brown-haired with a golden feather braided into it.

“Hi, Link.”

“Uh, hi, Medli,” he said, staring a hole into the cash register. “What can I get for you?”

“Just the usual,” Medli replied. Link bit his lip.

“And what was that again?”

Medli frowned, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Diet coke with a shot of peach.”

“Right.”

She paid for her drink and Link immediately turned to make it; it was just a fountain drink and didn’t have to get sent back to the kitchen for special ingredients.

“So I was thinking,” Medli began, “The Spring-fest is happening at the community college tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go.” Link paused, glancing to the side as he capped her drink. He set it on the counter with a sigh.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he muttered.

Medli’s face fell, but she smiled again, a tad awkwardly. “Why not? It would just be as friends.”

“Look,” Link said, rubbing his neck, “We both know that wouldn’t be the case, and I’d rather just avoid a misunderstanding. So…no thanks. But I hope you have fun.”

Her eyes met her shoes and she nodded, taking her drink. “Right,” she said, disappointed. “Well, I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” he said with a nod. Medli left as Makar shouted out a ready order.

Link’s face lit up as he grabbed the shake, a Twisted Pirate, and he called out in a sing-song voice, “Tetra, you’re shake is ready!” She slowly approached the counter, furrowing her brows at Link. He began to sweat under her scrutiny, his maintained smile becoming a little forced.

“Who was that?” she asked, nodding to the door Medli had just gone through. Link sighed.

“That was my ex-girlfriend, Medli,” he said. “We dated in high school.” Tetra raised an eyebrow.

“Looks like things ended poorly.”

Link scoffed. “You could say that,” he said. “We just wanted different things. She wanted to get married right out of school, and I wanted to hang around the beach and surf all day. It’s not like I was against the idea of marrying her…I just wanted some freedom, and…a nine to five job and three kids is just…” He shook his head. “I wasn’t ready for that. Still not.”

“Well,” Tetra shrugged. “It makes sense. You’re what? Fourteen?” He laughed.

“Nineteen actually.”

“Legal, even better!” she laughed. Link rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you have an oil rig to dismantle?”

“Not till three.”

Link looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s three-oh-five.”

“Crap.” The smile slipped off of her face, and she ran out the door, calling behind her, “Later, loser!” Link chuckled.

“Later!” he said, a dopey grin gracing his features. He finished his shift thinking about Tetra nibbling his ear.

When Link woke up on Hyliday, he rejoiced, for the Shack was closed due to his super-duper religious grandma. He went into the kitchen without bothering to get dressed and raided the fridge for breakfast, or, as the rest of the world called it, lunch. He liked to sleep in on his day off. He could hear the mutterings of Grandma’s church group behind him, the ladies snickering at how attractive the shirtless young man was.

“He gets it from my side of the family,” Grandma said smugly. He turned to face them.

“Morning, ladies,” Link said, sending a wink their way before tipping back a carton of milk, adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp. The group of women nearly had kittens.

“Young man,” Mrs. Marie said, “If you don’t stop getting more handsome, I’m going to have to leave my husband for you!”

“Tell him he can keep the house in the divorce,” Link said. “I’m whisking you off to Castle Town.”

“How romantic!”

He laughed and turned back to the fridge. Obviously he was not interested in Mrs. Marie or any of Grandma’s elderly friends. But he was not above fishing them for compliments every Hyliday when they visited for tea after church.

“Link, sweetie,” Grandma said, “You’re good looks are too distracting for us women of the goddess. Take Aryll to the beach; she’s been wanting to go all week.”

“And let the Jezebels cast their eyes upon me?” he asked, taking a bite out of a cold slice of pizza. “Sinful.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Grandma chided. Link laughed, taking another bite of pizza and making his way back up the hallway of his Grandmother’s apartment, banging his fist on his sister’s door.

“Aryll!” he said, “Get ready, we’re going to the beach!”

“Really?!” she said from the other side of the door. He could hear a flurry of activity commencing and went back into his room, changing into his swim trunks and an open button-down shirt, throwing on a pair of shades. He left his room and slapped a hand on Aryll’s door again, shoving the last of the pizza in his mouth. “Come on!” She came out of her room with a tote bag bursting with beach toys, wearing her floral swim cover.

“Can we take the Lion?” she asked with a grin.

“Of course we’re taking the Lion,” Link said as if it were obvious. “What do you think I’m wearing these shades for?”

The Lion, otherwise known as The King of Red Lions, was their Grandfather’s old passion project, a souped-up mustang that he had left to Link when he died. Link wasn’t a car guy, so he only took it out on special occasions such as a trip to the beach. Link and Aryll hopped into the bright red convertible, feeling as cool as they looked to the tourists while driving down the road. They parked on the side of the street near the sandy shore, receiving looks of admiration of the men and women around them. Grandma said to ignore the stairs, that “you’ll look cooler if you act aloof” so they took the advice to heart, giving the spring breakers the cold shoulder. Until link tripped on a decorative buoy and fell on his face. Aryll laughed at him.

They made it to a clear spot on the beach without further incident, managing to find a spot under an umbrella. There were still quite a few people there that day, not having left the island yet, but it wasn’t as busy as it would’ve been the day before. Link laid down on a towel to soak up the sun’s rays, and Aryll dug through her bag of beach toys.

“I’m gonna join the sand castle competition,” she said. “And maybe pick up some boys.”

“At the same time?” Link asked, carefully taking a swig of milk from his bottle while still lying down.

“Yeah.”

“Good luck.”

She left, leaving Link to nap in the sun. He closed his eyes and took in the sounds and smells, listening past the people to hear the crash of the waves on the shore and the call of the gulls, breathing in the salty air.

“Excuse me?” a voice said. Link opened his eyes to see a couple of girls, a blonde and a brunette, roughly college age, standing over him. “Do you mind if we sit here?”

“Go ahead,” Link said with a wave of his hand. He didn’t mind, and it wasn’t like he owned the beach or anything. They sat near him, setting out their stuff as he went back to sunbathing.

“I’m Mila, by the way,” the blonde girl continued. It took a moment for Link to realize she was still talking to him. “And this is Maggie.”

“Hi,” Maggie said with a little wave and a big smile, flashing her braces.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, Link,” he said.

“Are you here for spring break?” Mila asked.

“No I’m local.”

“Oh!” Maggie’s face lit up. “So you could show us the sights!” They both giggled, but Link raised an eyebrow.

“I…don’t really know you,” he said.

“That’s okay!” Mila said. “You can get to know us.”

“Want a milk?” Maggie asked, pulling a bottle out of their cooler, but Link declined, holding up his own.

“Joanna!” Mila called, waving to a girl across the beach. “Come ‘ere! We found a spot!”

Link sat up and lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head, seeing Joanna walk over with a large group of girls. They sat around him, all talking over each other, all trying to get his attention. This is not what he had in mind for a relaxing trip to the beach.

“So, do you work out?” Joanna asked, pinching his bicep. Link pulled his arm away, giving the girl a look.

“Sometimes…” he said.

“Really?” another girl laughed. She reached her hand out to touch him abdomen. “You look like you do.” Was she drunk? Was Link being harassed?

“Please don’t touch me,” he requested, frowning at the girl.

“What’s wrong?” Mila asked, rubbing his shoulders. He shrugged her off. “We’re just being friendly.” She raked her fingers up the back of his scalp, and his skin crawled. His idea of “friendly” didn’t include randomly touching someone’s body.

“Please stop,” Link said sharply. The girls only laughed at him, making his face turn red.

“You don’t like us?” Maggie laughed. “Because we like you!” She dragged her hand down his thigh and Link slapped it away.

“Please leave me alone!” he said, trying to keep his cool. The girls did not leave him alone, tugging on his arms and touching his chest.

“Link, what do you think you’re doing?!” an incredulous voice asked. He looked up to see Tetra standing there wearing a black bikini, showing off the tattoos covering her stocky (amazing) body. She looked livid.

“Tetra!” He jumped up, to the dismay of the group of girls. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise. I was just sitting by myself when these girls came up and started bothering me.” She turned her anger to them.

“Are you hitting on my boyfriend?” she demanded.

Her boyfriend? Link liked the sound of that.

“Sorry,” Mila said flippantly, as if she wasn’t in any wrong, “We didn’t know he was your boyfriend.”

“Well, now you do,” Tetra shot back. She grabbed Link’s hand and tugged him along with her. “Come on, Link!” He cast a look over his shoulder at the disgruntled girls as Tetra pulled him along.

“Look, Tetra,” he said, “I wasn’t—”

“I know,” she said, giving him a smirk. “You looked uncomfortable. So I figured I’d be the hero this time and come rescue you.” A grin bloomed on his face.

“Thanks,” he said, knocking his shoulder with hers. She returned the smile.

“Anytime.” They walked along the beach in pleasant silence, fingers laced together. He rubbed her hand with his thumb.

“Sooo,” he said, smirking, “‘Boyfriend’ huh?”

“Yup,” Tetra nodded. “I’ve just decided it.” She came to a stop, grabbing his other hand.

“Oh yeah?” Link quirked an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you have asked me first?” Tetra wrinkled her nose.

“You need a strong woman making decisions for you.” Before he could retort, Tetra threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Does that make you my girlfriend?” he asked when they pulled apart. She rolled her eyes.

“Duh,” she said, pulling him down to sit on her beach towel. “That’s kind of how it works.” Link shrugged. He couldn’t argue with that, so instead he went back to kissing her, making out with his new girlfriend until Aryll found them.

“Ew! Sickos!”