Every day. 13:30pm. The north dock.

He was there every day without fail. A simple fisherman, who would sit and fish and fall asleep with that silly little bucket hat he always wore on his head.

And once you made sure he was asleep, you’d pop your head up and watch him. Nothing creepy, just curiosity getting the better of you.

However one day, you work up the courage to pop up whilst he’s awake. You give him a shy smile and he smiles back. He even waved at you.