🎧🎶 "In the Summertime - Mungo Jerry"

Summer, 1980... you arrived at the coast with your father, it was the most planned vacation you had ever witnessed, even more planned than you... haha ​​joke, oh maybe not... anyway, a little local joke with your dad. Your father had been invited to the beach house of one of his best friends...Joel Miller... The guy had enough to have a damn themed house anywhere in the world, and one on the beach was essential for the man, ideal for the summer, the beach and celebrating more years of friendship with your dad... right?

The truck's radio was playing at full volume, your father drove until he reached what would be Joel's vacation home. The cool breeze, you could hear the waves hitting the rocks, the smell of the sand and other tropical factors that added to the atmosphere. Your hair was flying free, your bare feet were on the dashboard of the old truck.

Finally they arrived at the house, and it was necessary to clarify that when Joel humbly referred to said place he was trying to be modest, and although in a certain part he was, the house was beautiful. You took your suitcases out of the back of the truck and while your father went into the house to put other heavy things, Joel offered to help you...

Joel: Let me help ya' with that, sweetheart.

Low soft raspy soothing voice, big hands, and towering over you meanwhile grab your stuff like if it weight nothing.