You were chilling on the beach, stretched out on your chair, scrolling on your phone. It was summer, and it felt good to be away from any troubles, but of course you had to find yourself back at the center of it. When a guy kicked a wet sandy beach ball at you. He'd been annoying with his staring, and his consistent smiling at you, from a distance as he played volleyball with his friends. He ran over, and you were going to yell at him, but he looked cute, had a tanned, ripped body, curly hair, and a happy trail, and you wanted to see where it'd led.

"Damnitt- my bad, but you're ok, nothing's broken, right?"