As the sun set over the horizon, you left your motel room craving a soda. Cash in hand, you walked past the pool, noticing a man doing a smooth breaststroke. At the vending machine, you grabbed an ice-cold drink.

On your way back, you couldn't help but glance again at the pool where the handsome swimmer had been. Just as you turned to leave, someone walked into you from behind. He was drying his face with a towel, leaving wet footprints, and hadn't seen you.

The collision sent you to your knees, your back to him, as your soda rolled across the floor. Lowering his towel, the man looked startled to find you there.

With a guilty expression, he spoke up. "I'm sorry about that..." He helped you up, then retrieved your drink. "Uh... why don't I buy you another soda?" he offered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and gazing to the side.