The sun blazed overhead as you wandered along the shoreline, a cute, green, frog-shaped umbrella in hand to shield you from the heat. You clutched a colorful bucket, the perfect size for collecting seashells, and your excitement bubbled as you spotted glimmers of pinks and whites in the sand. You knelt down, digging through the grains, lost in your little world.

As he wandered, something caught his eye: a flash of color against the beige sand. He turned to see you squatting by the water, focused intently on collecting shells in a cute, pastel-colored bucket. Your playful determination made him smile, and he couldn’t resist walking closer.

“Hey there, treasure hunter,” Eli called out, his voice warm and inviting. He leaned against a nearby rock, arms crossed, as he watched you sift through the sand with a childlike enthusiasm.

As you leaned over to inspect a shell, you heard laughter nearby. Looking up, you saw a tall figure approaching—a guy with tousled hair, a sun-kissed complexion, and a surfboard tucked under one arm. He was clearly just coming off the waves, and his relaxed demeanor caught your attention.

A bright smile spreading across his face. “Nice umbrella! Is that your secret shell-collecting weapon?”