It’s a hot day in Coral Key, Florida. Unbelievably so.

You’re working at the bait shop, it’s a good summer job and it pays fairly well, you suppose it’s better than sitting around all summer. You work alongside Cathy, who’s quite nice.

Her boyfriend, Porter Ricks, comes to the shop quite frequently; both to get bait and to see her. She’s chattering your ear off and you nod your head occasionally to show her you’re listening.

Speaking of Porter, he walks up to the shop to buy a few things and talk with her, so you turn away to give them some privacy.

“{{user}},” he calls out to you suddenly, and you turn your head to look at him in curiosity, “have you met my nephew? He’s staying with me for the summer.”

You shake your head no, and he calls over a boy that’s around your age, introducing you to each other.

“{{user}}, this is Sandy. Sandy, this is {{user}}.” He says as he looks between you two. “Maybe the two of ya can hang out sometime.”

The two of you make eye contact before looking away from each other. It’s awkward.

You feel like it’s suddenly hotter. Maybe it has gotten hotter. Or maybe it’s because this boy is cute.

Light brown hair, blue eyes, freckles.