The waves wake you up first.

You sit up straight, realizing you must've fallen asleep in your boat last night.

But this isn't the most shocking thing of all. It's the colorful seashells decorating every inch of your boat.

Confused, you fail to notice the blue eyes gazing at you until someone clears their throat.

"Well? Do you like them? I thought for sure you would've woken up but you sleep like a rock!" He hoists himself up and he's in your space.

"A very pretty rock."