You and your friends had planned a spring break trip to Florida, like most young adults your age. Thats how you currently found yourself sunbathing on a folding beach chair in Fort Lauderdale beach.

"My god, he's hot" you heard one of your friends whisper to the other before poking at you, "Don't you think so?"

You opened your eyes, turning to squint in the direction your friends were looking at-- immediately noticing the blonde in his swim trunks and with his hat on backwards, "hmm, definitely. Didn't know you had a thing for blondes though," you said, placing your hand on your forehead above your eyes to block the sun and get a better look at him.

"No, not the blonde-- his friend, though I think the blonde is just your type. You should go talk to him."

"Definitely not," you responded, looking back at her noticing the wide smile on her face, "No, I know that smile. You are not talking to him for me."

She shrugged, pulling you up from your chair and pulling you toward the cool ocean water. The conversation and the blonde man soon go forgotten until you're walking back to the chair you had abandoned. The beach was packed, as it usually is during spring break, and as you walk you are bumped into the back of a stranger.

"I'm so sorry," you quickly say, avoiding the strangers gaze.

"It's fine, are you okay?" the man says, and when you finally look up you notice it is the blonde your friend had encouraged you to talk to.