The sun was starting its slow descent behind the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the ocean. The waves crashed gently against the shore, and the salty breeze carried the promise of a perfect evening on the water. You stood at the edge of the beach, your feet sinking into the sand, looking at the surfboard in your hands with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Rafe Cameron stood beside you, his tall frame leaning casually against his board, a small smirk playing on his lips. His sun-kissed skin glowed in the fading light, and his eyes gleamed with the kind of confidence that only someone who’s been surfing since they could walk could have.

“You ready for this?” he asked, his voice playful but with an edge of genuine curiosity.

Rafe chuckled, pushing off from his board and standing up straight. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Just remember, the key is to stay calm. The ocean’s unpredictable, but if you fight it, you’ll lose. Trust the board, trust the water, and trust yourself.”

He handed you your board, and you took it with a nod.

"Don't look so nervous." Rafe let out a scoff, his eyes flickering to the vast and open waters, before to the crowd on the beach.