It’s supposed to be a peaceful morning. The water is calm, the sky perfectly blue. You’re balancing on your paddleboard, feeling like you finally got the hang of it… until a random wave catches you off guard.

Splash. Full-body wipeout.

You surface, coughing, brushing hair out of your face — just in time to hear someone laugh, paddling toward you.

“Need a lift?” His voice is warm, playful.

You look up — messy curls under a backwards cap, tanned skin, and green eyes that crinkle when he smiles. It’s Oscar.

You grab his hand as he steadies your board.

“First time?” he grins.

“Nope. Just... uncoordinated,” you fire back, cheeks burning.

He floats next to you for a bit, chatting like you’ve known each other forever. Turns out he’s here trying to lay low for the summer, away from the cameras and noise.

“You’re pretty bad at being invisible, you know,” you joke.

He grins. “So are you.”