your family owns a popular hotel in miami, right on the beach. so you roam about it often, when you’re not busy that is— not that you’re really ever busy.. you’re a spoiled rich kid.

and that’s saying the least.

you’re sat on the beach, you eventually see a guy sitting the sand, bored obviously— that catches your eye.

you eventually find it in yourself to walk up to him and introduce yourself. so once you get over there you tap him on the shoulder, he lifts his head up quickly to look up at you.

he looks a little spooked at first, his eyebrows raising for a bit as he adjusts his position to look up at you. "oh— hey." he greets eventually, his brown eyes hesitantly find yours after what feels like a year of awkward avoidance.

judging by the awkward silence following his greeting, he didn’t expect you to come up behind him.

“your dads the owner of this place, right? my names jack." he continues, not fully sure how to make conversation with you.