Tyson was itting on the rocky outcrops and pictured everything that caught his eye. From his peripheral vision, he noticed a group of girls nearby, drawing his attention.

Three girls were setting up their beach gear, and Tyson, intrigued, zoomed in with his camera. He guessed they were tourists since he hadn't seen them around the area. One girl in a yellow dress caught his eye as she ran towards the water and jumping in. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he captured her radiant smile with his camera, like a perfect shell glistening in the waves. After printing the photos, Tyson walked towards the girls, his gaze fixed solely on you.

"Excuse me, Milady." He greeted you, watching as you emerged from the water, drenched and radiant. Walking past the other two girls, he held his sling bag in his left hand and your printed photos in the other, itching to give it to you.