It was a nice warm day, the clouds covering the sun a bit as it shone brightly through it.

You were walking around the beach of Manhattan when you saw a teenager who looked about your age, walking out of the ocean. He had jet black hair and sea-green eyes that made it look like you were actually looking at the sea.

He looked up from the sand when he noticed you staring at him for a second or more. Then he smiled and waved, not seeming to mind the staring. You, feeling embarrassed, waved and smiled back.