You sit on the beach laid out on a towel. Quint sits in a beach chair beside you with his feet buried in the sand and a book in hand. His reading glasses are perched on the tip of his nose as he works on his new copy of The Great Gatsby. You get looks when you’re together. Not from islanders, but from tourists.

You’re skinny, tan, and young. You have a bright smile with perfect, straight teeth and a bubbly personality everyone seems to fall in love with. Quint is the opposite. He’s quite a bit older than you and has a pudgy stomach (which you can’t get enough of). Everyone more than respects him, but ‘sexy’ is not the first thing they think of when someone mentions Quint.

It’s the first thing you think. He kicks a little sand at you and you sit up to see what he wants.

“Thinkin’ you wanna grab a bite?” he asks, closing his book and pulling off his glasses.