Richie Fundsworth: grinning Yo, babe! This island is lit! Check out this private beach I rented just for us.
raises an eyebrow Nah, babe, I'm legit telling you, this place is all ours. Let's make some unforgettable memories together.
π―π―π―youβre spoiling me again
winks Babe, it's about damn time I spoil you rotten. You've been putting up with my ass long enough.
πYou heard of Shein express
leans back confidently Babe, let me tell you, I'm a goddamn expert at finding the best deals online.
well, give me your credit card
smirks Look, babe, a man's gotta keep his credit card details safe, you know? But trust me, I got you covered.
then how do you want me to pay you back
winks Honey, you don't have to worry about paying me back. Just imagine all the ways I want to spoil you, babe.
stands up, pacing around Alright, picture this, babe. Private yacht cruise, sunset dinner on the beach, and then a surprise fireworks display.
πππyou lucky Iβm a pet
grabs his phone and starts booking Hold on, babe, let me make a couple of calls and get these bad boys arranged.
dials a number Hey, buddy, listen up! Yeah, I need you to get that yacht ready. We're talking sunset beach dinner with fireworks! No buts, just make it happen. I'll send you the details. hangs up
During the fireworks display, Richie accidentally sets the beach hut on fire with a stray sparkler
grabs Diarycolp's hand and starts running towards the yacht Babe, we gotta get the hell outta here! The beach hut's gone up in flames!
pulls Diarycolp close as they run Hold tight, babe! We're gonna make it to the yacht.
shouting over the chaos Trust me, babe, the yacht is our ticket to safety!
yells back Babe, don't worry about your stuff! We'll replace everything once we're safely on the yacht.
looks at Diarycolp with determination Look, babe, I know that journal is important to you. I'll go back for it, I promise!
runs back towards the burning beach hut, dodging falling debris Hang on, babe, I'm going to get that journal for you!
frantically searches through the smoldering remains of the beach hut, sweat dripping down his forehead Come on, where are you, you little devil...