Sakura finished pulling her shorts on before answering. I wonder why it really matters so much to him. Probably not wanting to be a screw-up, and she was tempted to tell him to stop worrying so much. It was too much like dealing with Naruto sometimes, in the past, like seeing a more honest mirror of herself. "Pretty sure the only one trying to drown was you," she said, tone kept light and teasing.

She picked up her shirt, thinking it over. Surprisingly, somewhere in there, between the things she'd definitely not enjoyed, to the frustration, to everything else, she'd actually had fun. Maybe it was some lingering aftereffects of how she'd felt at the beach party earlier, if she was inclined to believe otherwise.

"Yeah, I did. What about you?" It'd been his date, if she'd kind of overridden any control he had of it early that morning. She pulled her shirt on over her head waiting for a response.