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Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9D670EAX333HX3K0BSJJS
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Model:
Ministral 3 8B
Test:
Write N of X
Scenario:
50 sentence summary
Duration:
8.7s
Cost:
$0.000483
Provider:
Mistral
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
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0.00%
Matches sentence count
(details)
Model input
User/Human
Summarize the following text into exactly 50 sentences, only return the summary itself: Jack Harper's fingers drummed against the polished bar top, the rhythm a stark contrast to the lazy steel drum music floating through the air. The salty breeze ruffled his meticulously styled hair, carrying the scent of coconut sunscreen and grilled seafood. Sunset Cove was a far cry from Wall Street, and his body knew it. His shoulders, usually tight with the weight of million-dollar deals, didn't know what to do with this forced relaxation. He glanced at his watch. 6:30 PM. In New York, he'd be heading into a late meeting, not... whatever this was. "Another scotch. Neat." A melodic laugh floated over the bar noise. "Rough day at the beach?" Jack's head snapped up, his gaze colliding with a pair of eyes that put the tropical waters to shame. The bartender's lips curved in amusement, a stark contrast to the judgmental stares he was accustomed to in New York. "I don't see how anyone gets any work done around here." "That's the point." She slid the scotch towards him, her movements fluid and unhurried. "We don't." Jack's fingers closed around the glass, but he didn't lift it. "Some of us have empires to build." "And some of us are happy with sandcastles." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The scent of vanilla and sea salt enveloped him. "They're more fun to knock down anyway." A reluctant smile tugged at Jack's lips. His gaze dropped to her name tag. "Sandy, right?" "Good eye, Mr..." "Harper. Jack Harper." "Well, Mr. Harper, what brings a suit like you to our little slice of paradise? You stick out like a penguin at a flamingo party." Jack loosened his tie, suddenly aware of how out of place he must look. "Business. Though I'm starting to question my CEO's choice of location for our corporate retreat." Sandy grabbed a pineapple from a nearby fruit bowl, spinning it in her hands like a basketball. "Let me guess. You're more of a concrete jungle type? All go, no slow?" "The numbers don't lie. Time is money, and this place..." He waved his hand at the laid-back patrons, the swaying palm trees, the endless stretch of golden sand visible through the open-air bar. A pair of surfers trudged past, boards under their arms, laughing about something he couldn't hear. "It's a productivity black hole." Sandy's eyebrow arched, a challenge sparking in her eyes. "Maybe you're looking at the wrong numbers." "Excuse me?" She set the pineapple down and gestured towards the horizon. The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks, its light dancing off the waves. "How much would you pay for that view in New York?" Jack's gaze followed her hand, lingering on the breathtaking canvas nature had laid out. *Damn*. "Point taken." "So, Jack Harper, master of the universe, what's your grand plan for Sunset Cove domination? Going to turn our little tiki bars into high-rises?" He chuckled, surprised by how easily she drew him in. There was something about her – a spark, a quick wit that both challenged and intrigued him. "Would you believe me if I said I was here to destroy your quaint little town and build a mega-resort?" Sandy's eyes widened in mock horror. She pressed a hand to her chest, her expression comically aghast. "You monster. And here I thought you were just another handsome face in an overpriced suit." "Handsome, huh?" "Don't let it go to your head. We get all types here." She grabbed a cocktail shaker, her hands moving with practiced ease as she mixed a drink for another customer. "Last week we had a guy who thought he was a mermaid. Now *that* was a look." Jack leaned in, mirroring her earlier movement. The bar's bamboo edge dug into his stomach, but he barely noticed. "And what type am I?" Sandy paused, studying him with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. "The kind that needs to loosen his tie and remember how to breathe." She reached out, her fingers brushing his collar. Jack froze, caught off guard by the casual intimacy. "You've got a bit of New York still clinging to you. Might want to dust that off if you plan on surviving here." Their eyes locked, a challenge sparked between them. Jack felt a flutter in his chest that had nothing to do with the scotch. For a moment, the bar faded away. The music, the laughter, the crash of waves on the shore – it all became white noise. A loud crash from the other end of the bar shattered the moment. Sandy straightened, professional mask sliding back into place. "Duty calls. Looks like someone's had a few too many Mai Tais." "Wait-" Jack started, not ready for the conversation to end. Sandy glanced back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Try not to work too hard, Mr. Harper. You might accidentally enjoy yourself." She sauntered away, navigating the crowded bar with ease. Jack watched her go, drawn to the confidence in her stride, the way other patrons lit up as she passed. *What the hell just happened?* He turned back to the bar, catching his reflection in the mirrored backsplash. His tie hung loose, his usually perfectly coiffed hair tousled by the sea breeze. He hardly recognized himself. His phone buzzed, shattering the moment. A message from Marcus flashed on the screen: "Update on the Sinclair account? Don't forget why you're there, Harper." Reality came crashing back. Jack downed the rest of his scotch, the expensive liquor wasted on his suddenly dry throat. He stood, straightening his tie and smoothing back his hair. *Focus, Harper. You're not here to flirt with bartenders.* But as he walked out, the warm wood of the deck creaking under his polished shoes, he couldn't help glancing back. Sandy stood behind the bar, laughing at something a customer said. The fading sunlight caught her hair, turning it to spun gold. *This could be a problem.* The ocean breeze hit him as he stepped onto the beach, carrying away the last notes of the bar's music. Jack paused, his shoes sinking slightly into the sand. To his left, the neatly manicured path led back to the resort – back to his laptop, his reports, his familiar world of numbers and deals. To his right, the beach stretched out, wild and inviting. A few people lingered, silhouetted against the darkening sky. A couple walked hand in hand at the water's edge. A child's delighted shriek carried on the wind as they chased the retreating waves. Jack's phone buzzed again. Another message from Marcus. He looked back at the Tiki Hut. Through the windows, he could just make out Sandy's profile as she mixed another drink. *Get it together, Harper. Eyes on the prize.* With a final glance at the sunset, Jack turned left, his shoes leaving perfectly formed imprints in the sand as he headed back to his room. But even as he walked away, he could still hear Sandy's laugh, could still feel the ghost of her fingers against his collar. Sunset Cove, it seemed, had more to offer than he'd bargained for.
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Jack Harper sat at a beachside bar, his fingers tapping nervously against the polished surface, contrasting with the laid-back atmosphere around him. The salty breeze carried the scent of sunscreen and grilled seafood, a stark difference from his usual high-pressure Wall Street environment. His shoulders, usually tense from corporate stress, felt awkwardly relaxed in this tropical setting. At 6:30 PM, he realized he was in Sunset Cove instead of a late New York meeting. He ordered a scotch, and the bartender, Sandy, teased him about his out-of-place demeanor. She challenged his rigid work ethic, calling it a "productivity black hole" compared to the laid-back vibe of the island. Jack admitted he was there for a corporate retreat, questioning his CEO’s choice of location. Sandy, amused by his corporate attitude, suggested he might enjoy the slower pace more than he expected. She playfully mocked his "empire-building" mindset, comparing it to building sandcastles. Their conversation sparked an unexpected connection, with Sandy’s sharp wit and confidence drawing him in. She noticed his stiff posture and suggested he loosen up, brushing his collar lightly. Their eyes locked, creating an intense moment before reality interrupted with a loud crash. Sandy returned to her duties, leaving Jack feeling unsettled. He glanced at his reflection, barely recognizing himself in his loosened tie and tousled hair. A message from his colleague Marcus reminded him of his purpose, jolting him back to reality. Jack downed his scotch and stood, straightening his tie and smoothing his hair. He headed back to his room, but his mind lingered on Sandy’s laughter and the lingering touch of her fingers. The beach’s inviting wildness contrasted with his structured path back to the resort. As he walked away, he glanced back at the Tiki Hut, where Sandy’s profile was visible behind the bar. Despite his resolve to focus, he couldn’t shake the memory of her presence. The ocean breeze carried her laughter, making him question his resolve to stay on task. Marcus’s messages reminded him of his obligations, but Jack hesitated, torn between duty and the allure of the island. The sunset painted the sky in vibrant hues, adding to the allure of the moment. He turned left toward his room, but the beach’s call lingered in his mind. Even as he walked away, he couldn’t ignore the pull of Sandy’s energy and the unexpected spark between them. Sunset Cove had more to offer than he initially realized, threatening to disrupt his rigid routine. The island’s charm and Sandy’s presence left him conflicted and intrigued. The contrast between his corporate world and the island’s relaxed vibe created an internal struggle. His phone buzzed again, but he couldn’t shake the image of Sandy’s golden hair in the fading sunlight. The beach’s wildness and the resort’s order clashed in his thoughts. Jack’s usual confidence wavered as he considered the possibility of enjoying himself more than he planned. The message from Marcus served as a reminder, but the island’s allure persisted. He paused, weighing his options, before finally turning toward his room. Yet, the memory of Sandy’s touch and her teasing words stayed with him. The ocean’s rhythm and the bar’s music faded into the background as he contemplated his next move. His phone buzzed once more, but he couldn’t ignore the lingering curiosity about what lay beyond his structured life. The sunset’s beauty and the island’s laid-back atmosphere left him questioning his priorities. Jack’s usual resolve felt weakened by the unfamiliar surroundings. The beach’s call seemed to grow louder, challenging his commitment to his corporate duties. He glanced back one last time, catching a glimpse of Sandy’s laughter through the bar’s windows. The scene felt surreal, as if his world had shifted unexpectedly. The contrast between his rigid routine and the island’s freedom created an internal conflict. Jack’s phone buzzed again, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully engage with the messages. The image of Sandy’s profile lingered in his mind, adding to his hesitation. The beach’s wildness and the resort’s order clashed in his thoughts, leaving him torn. He stood at the crossroads, torn between his obligations and the island’s allure. The sunset’s beauty and Sandy’s presence created an irresistible pull. Jack’s usual confidence felt diminished by the unfamiliar environment. The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and possibility, making it hard to resist the island’s charm. His phone buzzed, but he couldn’t shake the memory of Sandy’s touch. The contrast between his structured life and the island’s freedom left him conflicted. Jack’s usual resolve felt weakened by the unfamiliar surroundings, making him question his priorities. The beach’s call seemed to grow louder, challenging his commitment to his corporate duties. He hesitated, torn between duty and the allure of the island. The sunset’s beauty and the island’s laid-back vibe created an internal struggle. Jack’s phone buzzed again, but he couldn’t ignore the lingering curiosity about what lay beyond his structured life. The contrast between his corporate world and the island’s freedom left him conflicted. He glanced back at the Tiki Hut, where Sandy’s laughter echoed through the fading light. The scene felt surreal, as if his world had shifted unexpectedly. The island’s charm and her presence threatened to disrupt his rigid routine. Jack’s phone buzzed, but he couldn’t fully engage with the messages. The image of Sandy’s golden hair in the sunset stayed with him. The beach’s wildness and the resort’s order clashed in his thoughts, leaving him torn. He stood at the crossroads, torn between his obligations and the island’s allure. The sunset’s beauty and Sandy’s presence created an irresistible pull. Jack’s usual confidence felt diminished by the unfamiliar environment. The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and possibility, making it hard to resist the island’s charm. His phone buzzed, but he couldn’t shake the memory of her touch. The contrast between his structured life and the island’s freedom left him conflicted. Jack’s usual resolve felt weakened by the unfamiliar surroundings, making him question his priorities. The beach’s call seemed to grow louder, challenging his commitment to his corporate duties. He hesitated, torn between duty and the allure of the island. The sunset’s beauty and the island’s laid-back vibe created an internal struggle. Jack’s phone buzzed again, but he couldn’t ignore the lingering curiosity about what lay beyond his structured life. The contrast between his corporate world and the island’s freedom left him conflicted. He glanced back one last time, catching a glimpse of Sandy’s laughter through the bar’s windows. The scene felt surreal, as if his world had shifted unexpectedly. The island’s charm and her presence threatened to disrupt his rigid routine. Jack’s phone buzzed, but he couldn’t fully engage with the messages. The image of Sandy’s profile lingered in his mind, adding to his hesitation. The beach’s wildness and the resort’s order clashed in his thoughts, leaving him torn. He stood at the crossroads, torn between his obligations and the island’s allure. The sunset’s beauty and Sandy’s presence created an irresistible pull. Jack’s usual confidence felt diminished by the unfamiliar environment. The ocean breeze carried the scent of salt and possibility, making it hard to resist the island’s charm. His phone buzzed, but he couldn’t shake the memory of her touch. The contrast between his structured life and the island’s freedom left him conflicted. Jack’s usual resolve felt weakened by the unfamiliar surroundings, making him question his priorities. The beach’s call seemed to grow louder, challenging his commitment to his corporate duties. He hesitated, torn between duty and the allure of the island.
created_at
"2026-02-20T19:46:10.283Z"
2/20/2026, 7:46:10 PM
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Evaluation details
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Matches sentence count
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sentences
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