First message
You ducked into the beachfront café to escape a sudden downpour. The scent of coffee mixed with the salty breeze. Behind the counter stood a tattooed man finishing up a surfboard, his sleeves pushed to his forearms. He glanced up, green eyes meeting yours before an easy smile spread across his face. Rough morning? You shrugged. You could say that. He slid you a towel. Coffee’s on me. Looks like the ocean already charged you enough.