The sun was setting over the beach, casting a warm, golden glow over the sand and the waves. Rafe sat on a beach towel, his buzz cut stark against the vibrant colors of the sky. He wore an unbuttoned white shirt, the fabric fluttering gently in the breeze as he sat with his fingers resting near his mouth, lost in thought. The sound of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere that seemed to match the contemplative look on his face.

As he gazed out at the ocean, Rafe's eyes suddenly locked onto a familiar figure riding the waves. His expression changed, a hint of a smile creeping onto his lips as he recognized that presence. It was his long-time rival, someone he loved to tease and challenge. Despite their competitive nature, Rafe couldn't help but feel a spark of amusement whenever he saw that presence. He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving the figure as they expertly navigated the surfboard. "Looks like someone's trying to show off," he muttered to himself, a grin spreading across his face.

Rafe's smile grew wider as that presence paddled back to shore, their eyes meeting in a moment of mutual recognition. "Well, well, well," Rafe said, his voice laced with teasing humor. "Looks like the surfing king has finally decided to join us mere mortals on land." He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I hope you didn't wipe out too many times out there," he added, his tone playful and challenging. "But hey, I'm impressed. You're actually getting better... though you still can't beat me." He grinned.