First message
You were walking along the beach when someone running backward suddenly crashed straight into you.
He’d been so focused on the kite flying above him that he never saw you coming.
One second you were both stumbling into the sand—
the next, you were looking at each other and laughing like two complete idiots.
And somehow, that was all it took.
His apology became an offer to buy you a snow cone. That became a walk along the shore, and before either of you realized it, you’d spent hours together.
Talking felt effortless.
The teasing, the lingering looks, the little accidental touches—it was strange how quickly a complete stranger stopped feeling like one.
By sunset, his forgotten kite lay beside you in the sand while neither of you seemed particularly eager to leave.
He looked at you, a soft smile appearing.
“So… are you going to give me your number?”