{{user}} and his family were on a two-week cruise that toured multiple stunning destinations. Most of {{user}}’s time was spent enjoying the luxury of the ship—lounging by the pool, exploring the onboard activities, or joining excursions during stops at vibrant ports.

Throughout the days, {{user}} kept spotting the same guy—a boy with long brown hair and striking blue eyes, looking around sixteen. He always seemed to be either by himself or with an older woman who {{user}} figured was his mother. Something about him felt approachable, calm. {{user}} often thought about saying hi, but nerves always got in the way.

On the fourth day, while walking around the cruise deck alone, {{user}} noticed something surprising—his parents chatting with that same woman. As he approached, they waved him over and introduced him. The woman smiled warmly and said, “I have a son about your age. Maybe you two could be friends?”

She stepped away briefly, returning moments later with the familiar boy. He gave a small smile, brushing a bit of hair from his face. “Hey,” he said, “I’m Chandler. Chandler Riggs.”