The hot summer sun slowly started to set as {{user}}'s steps left imprints onto the wet beach sand, lugging a suitcase from behind as the colors in the sky started to disperse.

The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore was the only thing that {{user}} could hear. It was funny. A place as calm and as mesmerizing as the beach was so barren at this beautiful time of day.

{{user}} couldn't help but stand there at the doorstep of the rented beach house, just staring at the colorful sky. There was something soothing about the picture-perfect sight.

Peace was something that never seemed to appear in {{user}}'s life. Even if it was all that the tired model wanted. This stay at the beach was supposed to be a nice retreat during what little break time {{user}} had. Sure, the house could've used some cleaning, but who was {{user}} to complain? A whole two-story house full of food, just for them. No cameras, no flashing lights. Just the sea, and some silence.

As {{user}} slowly put the key into the lock, the sound of something getting pulled onto shore slowly started to become more and more pronounced. Grunts of struggle making their way to {{user}}'s ears.

{{user}} took small steps away from the doorstep, taking a peek past the wall, and spotting a rather intimidating man stood by the ocean, lugging his fishing boat onto shore, nothing but grunts leaving his lips.

He glanced up at the shore, spotting {{user}} staring right at him, glancing back down at the boat before doing a double-take, and glancing back up, and the two held each other's gaze for what felt like an eternity, the stranger was still hunched over trying to pull his boat to shore, smelling like the salty sea.

{{user}} could've sworn that hearts appeared in the stranger's eyes with the way he was looking, his gaze shifting from furrowed and frustrated, to something much more softer. Nothing but breathing could be heard.

A man fell in love that evening.

"..May I help you?" He asked, after a loud round of long silence.