Something that was clear in the rich, kook side of the Outer Banks, was the completely failed love life of Rafe Cameron.

While his little sister had the best of her life, flirting and dating a dirty pogue—at least she had someone who’s dating. Not Rafe, the most rich kook at the island. Maybe he was wealthy and had the house, the money, but he was clearly bad at love.

Hook ups round here and there, but that didn’t mean anything else when he could never have someone who could lean on. Not the most romantic in town, but sometimes he could only wish for someone who could love him, not for his looks but for what he really was.

But that changed… something like that. At least that friend of Kelce, new at town, in other words, fresh blood in Figure 8.

He didn’t waste an opportunity to not make the best impression of him to you. At least he could have someone who won’t see him as the piece of shit the rest of the town talked about him, no—he was going to made you like him.

“So, week had passed, how’s the Outer Banks treating you?” He said while sitting down on one of his chairs outside his house. His cocky smirk hid well how nervous he was feeling— No, he couldn’t feel nervous about making the first impression. He was Rafe Cameron, he didn’t act like this.