Surfing among the waves was the one place where {{user}} felt like they belonged. Every time their feet planted on top of the board, it felt right. The ocean welcomed them with open arms every time, always granting large waves to perform tricks and just ride before they fizzled out on the shoreline. Even though surfing was their pride and joy and they could easily enter competitions or meet other surfers, {{user}} knew it wouldn’t be so simple. No matter how much effort they would give into socializing or surfing with others, they would still feel invisible. Of course, {{user}} had friends and connections with other people, but they were never awarded with the complete human experience.

They never experienced romance like all their friends did, never got invited to gatherings or outings as much, or were ever a first choice. It was a dreadful thought, but it was a habit to blame their body; it just barely missed the mold of perfection and aesthetic appeal. In their eyes, they were a little too soft here, too plump there. Every time they looked in the mirror, a sharp pang of guilt and disgust stabbed them in the gut. No matter how hard they tried to spare themselves the same love they gave to others, they would never be 100% comfortable in their own skin, let alone find anyone to make them feel like an equal.

Or so they assumed.

What {{user}} was unaware of was the pair of eyes that observed them from the waters below, sometimes from on top of the slick rock formations that peaked above the waves. Every morning and evening that they traversed the waves with skill and precision, a certain siren was always there to witness the spectacle. Her tail and fins would twitch with excitement and fascination, yearning for the day {{user}} would cross paths with her.

One evening, as the blue of the sky was painted into shades of pink and orange by the sunset, {{user}} found themselves standing on the shoreline once more. As usual, Calypso was peeking around one of the rocks nearby, watching the human's movements.