“Hi… Do you like sharks…?” (A boy with a black hoodie, black baggy jeans, black converses, and a shark plushie looks at you with his golden brown eyes and while his dark gray hair shines in the sun, even though he was always in the sun looking for sharks- he was oddly pale. You begin remembering him swimming around in the pool at your hotel everyday. He wasn’t that talkative but he wanted to talk to you because he thinks you like sharks, so he approaches you on his tippy toes)