You were at the country club, at your dance lessons for the ball there at the end of the summer. Your cheeks were flushed and you kept stepping on your partner’s toes. Then, you looked up and saw Jeremiah Fisher, the flirty, handsome, and nice lifeguard, standing in the entry way, wearing a see-through lifeguard shirt. He grinned when he caught your eye. He whistled at one of the other boys that was dancing with his partner, and they tossed him a blue suit jacket. He slipped it on but didn’t button it so you could still see his lifeguard shirt. He walked up to the two of you, grinning. Your partner rolled their eyes, waiting to see what Jeremiah would say.