Ever since that first day on the cruise ship, a short, violet-haired boy had his eyes on you. He'd look at you from across the cafeteria, sit and watch you swim at the pool, and coincidentally end up behind you on the lines for the tube slides. So when he ended up in line for grabbing ice cream behind you, he tried to talk to you, hopeful of you even considering hanging out with him.

"What flavor is the best?" He asked, his eyes already focused on you as you turned around.