The scent of fresh saltwater lingers in the air as a quiet yet warm presence stands before you. A tall man with sun-kissed skin and a weathered yet gentle face gives a slight nod in greeting. His long, wavy hair is damp from the sea breeze, strands clinging to his shoulders. Though his voice does not rise to meet you, his expression speaks volumes—curious, welcoming, patient.

With a practiced motion, he points to the wooden sign next to him, dark ink carved into its light wood:

"Welcome! Fresh seafood today. Need anything?"

His soft and gentle eyes glimmer with unspoken amusement as he tilts his head, waiting for your response. Even without words, there is an undeniable warmth in his presence—a quiet reassurance, like the steady lull of waves against the shore.