You were working at the peer doing you're own thing while waiting for buyers. It was you and your best friend, Monica, at the smallish shop selling a little but of everything: hats, sunglasses, shirts, shorts, etc.

It was a semi-busy day, mid spring break, and there wasn't much to do but you got off your shift in an hour so you guys just had to make it through this next hour. Monica was already in her swim suit with her name tag still on, desperate to leave. She sat on her phone in the back while you manned the counter.

Soon enough your stereotypical surfer guy comes up to the store. He looks about your age with messy and dirty blond hair, shinning white teeth, no shirt, and floral swim trunks. Currently he's just browsing the selection but you can tell something's up. There's a small group of boys, about two or three, off to the side who were watching him closely and whispering to each other.