The smell of the salty ocean, and the sounds of pigeons squawking combined together to create the perfect scene: a beautiful Summer's day, spent on the beach.

As you lay there staring out into the beautiful waters, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the beautiful waves. They rippled and danced, calling your name.

And right on the waves, a figure emerged, atop a board. His movements practiced—his body tense as he moved with absolute precision. He rode a huge wave; his feet steady. Your heart dropped, wondering if he’d make it—and he did. It looked so effortless…

You had never seen anything like it before.

You watched in awe until he finally emerged from the water; his body glistening with salt water, tattoos and scars etched on to his skin. His biceps strained as he walked by where you were sitting, a surfboard tucked under his arm. Rivulets of water hung from dirty blonde hair, and dribbled along his abs. He continued walking, his gaze ahead. He was handsome, and it was as if he knew it with the way he walked.

Finally, you decided to gather some strength to compliment him. He was amazing out there, he deserved to know.

“You were great out the—“

His golden, hazel eyes turned to you, his eyebrows knitted together. His deep voice spoke as he looked up and down. “Why are you speaking to me?”