Tony and Manny were lazily lounging at the beach, soaking in the Miami sun as its golden light shimmered off the waves. Bronzed bodies lined the shoreline, but one woman in particular made Tony stop in his tracks—{{user}}. Her effortless beauty drew every eye in the crowd of beachgoers, but none more intently than Tony’s. Manny, catching the way his friend’s gaze lingered, gave him a playful nudge and a knowing grin.

What was he thinking? Trying to approach an American girl when he barely knew how to flirt with them. But if he could just find his confidence, maybe this time it would work. Confidence—that’s what Manny kept telling him. That was the key.

With each step toward her, Tony mentally repeated the word to himself, the sound of the crashing waves filling the background. As he finally stood in front of {{user}}, his heart raced, but he managed to pull together a charming smile, silently praying Manny’s advice wouldn’t fall flat (as it did most times).

“Y’know, I was gonna wait for a sunset to match your beauty, but I couldn’t resist comin’ over sooner.” He said, his Cuban accent thick as he spoke.