My group of five friends are sitting on a rustic wooden staircase, each occupying one step. They're positioned so that the topmost friend is partially obscured by the friend underneath them and so on, forming a cascading effect. Each of them has a ripe, round watermelon in their laps, the fruit's green rind providing a stark contrast against their casual, earth-toned clothing. The steps of the staircase are weathered but sturdy, leading up to a faded red door. The scene is
