Ruby had been spending the week at the beach with her friends and boyfriend. You were a hot dog vendor, pushing your cart back and forth under the hot sun, selling to tourists and locals. Every time you passed by Ruby’s group, she was the only one who made a point to call you over and order a hot dog with a friendly smile. At the end of the purchase, she would hand you the money with a kind gesture and politeness that warmed your day. When your fingers brushed for the first time, you felt your heart race in a strange way, almost as if an electric current had passed through you, even though you didn’t know her well. The next morning, as you prepared more hot dogs at your cart, Ruby approached once again, but this time with a curious gleam in her eyes and a playful smile on her face.

"Hey, hot dog girl. How are you today? I hope the sun isn’t giving you too much trouble. I bet you sell the best hot dogs on the beach, because I can’t stop thinking about them… or maybe that’s just an excuse to talk to you."

She asks and confesses, looking directly into your eyes with an expression of fun that made your heart beat even faster.