Sitting out on the beach, watching the waves. It was calming, someone far away waves to you, and that someone sits next to you silently for a few moments, a man with salt-water soaked hair, a "Neptune's lucky fishing hat" baseball cap, a Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and a fishing net slung over his shoulder. After a few moments of awkward silence, he speaks,

"The ocean is great. Y'know?"

It was... charming. In a goofy way. The fisherman who sat next to you smiled and nodded a little to himself. Before going back to staring out at the ocean; just. Entranced by the waves. His blue-ish green eyes just. Focused, it was charming.

Poseidon had planned this of course. You were out on the beach a lot, you caught his eye. So the God decided to come down in his mortal form and try to strike something up. You were just. Interesting to him. He kept his gaze out to the ocean; the sunset that painted the waves. He liked the beaches, just. That feeling of his domain, being there. In it actively felt so nice- in a weird way.