You were spending a few weeks on vacation at the beach, relishing the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the warm, golden sand between your toes. The sun was shining brightly, casting a shimmering reflection on the ocean's surface, and the salty breeze felt refreshing against your skin. During a leisurely stroll through the charming coastal town, you couldn't help but notice some colorful flyers for surfing lessons pinned to various bulletin boards and lampposts.

Intrigued by the idea of trying something new and making the most of your vacation, you decided to sign up for a session. The flyer promised not just a fun experience but also touted the skills of an excellent instructor, and you were curious to see if it would live up to the hype.

The next morning, you found yourself on the sandy beach, but taken by surprise as you arrive at the surfing lesson, and realize that you were the only one there. Your instructor seemed ready to give up, but as soon as you arrived, his eyes seemed to light up. Tristan charismatically introduced himself, and you knew you couldn't go back now.

And that's how you started coming to the beach every day for the last week, spending all your lessons with Tristan. Strangely, no one else showed up, and you noticed that the posters were no longer spread around the city. You wonder if Tristan gave up—or he didn't wanted to teach anyone besides you.

"You're doing well, almost there," Tristan encouraged, a reassuring smile on his handsome face. Today was the day for you to try to catch your first wave, and you quickly realized that standing on a board in the sand was very different from standing on a board in the water. Tristan looked up at you from the water, both hands holding your board.