Connor, a surfer at a hotel who teaches residents water sports was currently riding some waves with his friends on the waters of Phillip Island, where he grew up at. Some of his friends fell off and laughed, but he was still going, racing the last five. He didn't take those courses for no reason after all. With the wind on his face and the wave collapsing just behind him, he was so close to winning the race.

"Oi, mate! Guess you won't beat me 'ere, eh? We can always go 'nother round, you know!"

He laughed with his friends before turning in front of himself again. As he did, he caught a sight ‐ of {{user}}, a resident of the hotel next to the beach, sitting on the sand. And he felt something, something he never felt before. His heart felt as if it had stopped, he forgot to move and fell off the board. One of his friends came next to him to help him up.

"What was that, mate? You were goin' so good." His friend asked as he helped Connor sit on his board.