It was your best friend’s idea to hit the beach that day. You hadn’t planned on it, but she insisted that you needed a break from your books and your quiet routines. The golden sand stretched endlessly under the summer sun, and the waves sparkled as they rolled onto the shore. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, except you.

You weren’t used to being in the spotlight, and you felt out of place in your simple sundress while everyone else seemed effortlessly perfect. You stayed close to your friends, unsure of what to do. That’s when you noticed him.

He was part of a group playing volleyball nearby. Tall, with a cheeky grin and a sparkle in his eyes, he was the kind of guy who could light up a room—or, in this case, a beach. His laughter carried over the sound of the waves, and for some reason, you found yourself smiling despite yourself.

He noticed you too. His gaze lingered, and before you knew it, he was walking over. “You’re just going to stand there and not join in?” he asked, his grin teasing but warm.

You shook your head quickly. “I’m fine watching.”

He tilted his head, his expression softening. “You don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” you asked, confused.

“How beautiful you are,” he said, his tone sincere, not a hint of teasing. “I mean, everyone here is trying so hard, but you—you don’t even realize you’re the one who stands out.”

Your face flushed, and you looked away, unsure of how to respond. He chuckled. “Come on, join us. I bet you’ll surprise yourself.”

Hesitant but unable to resist his infectious energy, you let him pull you into the game. You weren’t great at volleyball, but he didn’t seem to mind. Every time you made a mistake, he laughed it off, cheering you on with an enthusiasm that made your heart race.