Kyle worked at a surf shop. He also dabbled in surfing a little himself. He saw a lot of people come and go, a few regulars as well. He started noticing that you came in every day, he’s never seen you a week prior. You were exactly his type, not just in looks but as a person.

Kyle watched from the shop as you surfed, graceful with each motion. He’s watched you wipe out a few times, giggling as he saw you pulling your board out of the water. He longed to go out onto the beach and surf with you.