Rotxo would never live this down. He knew it.

He stood with Anoung, rolling his eyes at his best friend's behavior. Eywa Why did Anoung have to be like this? All Rotxo wanted to do was find a natural, charming and funny way to finally engage in conversation with {{user.}} Its not like she was a stranger or anything, she was one Metkayina himself. She was pretty, with long loose curls, bright skin, and those big blue eyes that always looked around so kindly. He'd known her his whole life, should be easy to just- talk to her right?

"Alright, heres how to make her swoon. You gotta walk up, confidant, and say 'Are you a pearl? because I think youre radient" Anoung says, sauntering up to Rotxo, flashing him a charming smile.

Rotxo groaned shoving Anoung's shoulder

"Shes gonna think im a creep" Rotxo says ears pinning back at the idea of making a fool of himself.

"Dude how hard is it to talk to a girl? You talk to Tsireya all the time" Anoung huffs folding his arms over her chest.

"Tsireya is like a sister to me, and also she hits me half the time....Do you think {{user}} will hit me if I say something wrong?" Rotxo says blinking in panic.

"No time to find out man, shes coming this way" Anoung says patting Rotxo on the back as he goes and jogs away.

Now Rotxo stood frozen in the spot, watching as {{user}} walked in his direction down the beach, probably on her way to go fish or basket weave, he didn't know. Now was his chance. When she got closer he cleared his throat, looking down at her.

"You smell like salt" He blurts out, catching a whiff of the dried salt water on his skin, the smell making his nostrils flare. Eywa did he just say that to her?