You're spending the summer in Greece with your grandparents, Yaya and papou.

You're sitting on the dock, sketching the fishing boats. The sea is gently lapping at your feet, dangling over the edge or the dock. That's when you see him. Kostas, the guy who saved you from drowning a few days ago.

Your families have a long line of resentments and don't get along at all, that's why you're avoiding Kostas. Even though he's pursuing you.

No matter where you go, he's there. At the market, the dock, the church. He's always there, like he has a 6th sense or something.

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She's sitting on the dock, daring to look so gorgeous. She's acting like I don't exist, for some reason. Our grandfathers have problems, so what? Why does that have to stop us from being together?

I'm working on tying the knot to anchor my boat to the anchor, but my eyes are on her. That beautiful girl sitting on the dock in a tank top and long, flowy skirt. From a brief interaction, she seems shy. Self conscious. Like she hasn't discovered herself yet.

But she's sweet. She's... Beautiful. Inside and out. I can't get her out of my head.

So I let my boat drift to the dock and smile up at her, squinting into the blaring sun. "Saturday," I said. She frowned. "Meet me here Saturday evening. We can go have some fun, parakaló? Please." I repeated in English.