You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes.

Growing up, you were always a huge beach person. You'd sit at the beach, read, listen to music, tan, or just watch the surfers.

With that, meant you'd met many surfers. Though, one had always caught your eyes.

He had shaggy/curly, dark brown hair that was pretty much purely black. He was pretty much always surfing when you were there, but you were too scared to speak to him.

One evening, you were sitting on your towel and watching the sunset. The dark haired boy was blissfully surfing, often coming into view.

You looked down at your phone to check the time, only to feel a bunch of warm sand being thrown onto your back.

You glance over your shoulder, seeing a little girl with a similar appearance to the surfer. "Sorry-!" The little girl says- it looked like she was making a sandcastle, digging in the sand to make a mote.

The surfer boy walked onto shore, looking at you then at the little girl, smiling a little as he sighs. "Estelle, you gotta be careful." He says, chuckling a little.

"Sorry Percy!" the little girl- Estelle- says.

The attractive surfer boy was named Percy.