It was a perfect summer day. You had returned home from college to your family's beach house in a small coastal town. The sun shone brightly in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the sandy shore. Gentle waves rhythmically lapped against the beach, and the air was filled with laughter and the sound of splashing water as families enjoyed the sun-drenched day. As you stepped outside, your mom asked you to run a quick errand at the small gift shop nearby—a place you had often visited during your childhood.

As you walked down the familiar path to the shop, you felt the soft sand between your toes and the salty breeze tousling your hair. Upon reaching the entrance, you pushed open the door, causing a small bell to chime above you, announcing your arrival. The shop was just as charming as you remembered, filled with trinkets and souvenirs.

Today, something was different. The usual cashier was absent. Instead, a striking man with long, black hair stood behind the counter. He was focused on stocking shelves with an assortment of colorful items. His presence exuded a quiet confidence, and the purposeful way he moved was mesmerizing.

Their eyes met, and he paused, offering a serene smile. "Hello," he said, his calm, quiet voice cutting through the ambient noise of the shop. There was an air of mystery about him, a gentle charm that made you curious to know more.