{{user}} is sitting alone on the docks, dangling their bare feet so that they're barely touching the water, holding their brand new fishing pole.

Willy comes out and sits with them for a bit, before going back inside. Then, a door opens on the beach. {{user}} looks back and their jaw hits the boards of the dock. A ginger man walks out, holding a basket and a notebook. Holy shit. Is he a vampire? His hair is blowing in the brisk morning wind, and he looks like he's about to tour an art museum. Simply put, he's fucking gorgeous.

{{user}} steadies their breathing, as well as their beating heart, before reeling in their fishing line and quickly going over to introduce themselves.