Amidst the sun-kissed shores, Blake, a local surfer, and you, a city kid reluctantly vacationing, collided one lazy afternoon.

"You want to teach me surfing?" You grinned, eyeing Blake’s board.

"Sure thing. Name's Blake," he said, flashing a smile as you both paddled into the waves.

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You stood by the shore, watching the sunrise, knowing that with each passing moment, the ticking clock reminded you of the impending departure at the end of summer.