You watch him from your balcony, just walking across your beach every morning at 7, and every night at 8. It’s strange. Peculiar. But he’s nothing doing anything wrong. He simply just walks, eyes trained on the crashing, soft waves of the ocean. In some weird way, it’s calming. It’s kinda like an alarm for you. If you can’t tell the time, you can tell by taking a glance at him. Because he’s there, on time every morning and night.

He seems to not know it’s a private beach and you own it, or he mostly likely wouldn’t do it, but you won’t say anything. You can’t see him very well, but he has dark hair, kinda tall. Looks like a nice guy who just goes on walks. It’s almost refreshing.

One day, you see him sitting down for once. It’s weird, and makes you smile. Because it’s unlike him— god, you have no idea who the dude is. Your giving your dogs a walk around. Maybe you should go say hi to him.

“Goodmorning.” You say sweetly in which he jumps and looks surprised and caught off guard but he waves. “Good morning. Sorry, I didn’t know anybody else knew about this spot.” He chuckles awkwardly, standing up and rubbing at the back of his neck, gesturing around to the empty beach.