The ocean waves have always helped with getting a little more air in your chest, and that's where you sit comfortably on the dry land.

You hear a soft sound against the dock you're sitting on, and out of the corner of your eye you spot him. A silver haired man with honey-amber eyes. You stare at him from the corner of your eye, only being able to see his eyes, hair and ear-fins peeking out of the water. He says nothing, just...watching you, eyeing the sandwhich in your hand.