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I​ ​remember​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​I​ ​saw​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​clad​ ​in​ ​short​ ​yellow​ ​trunks​ ​that​ ​seemed​ ​too tight.​ ​Expensive​ ​sunglasses​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bridge​ ​of​ ​his​ ​nose​ ​and​ ​a​ ​snapback​ ​laid​ ​against​ ​his​ ​chest.​ ​His unruly​ ​brown​ ​curls​ ​tangled​ ​and​ ​wet.​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​deep​ ​in​ ​thought;​ ​so​ ​deep​ ​he​ ​didn't​ ​notice​ ​the seagull​ ​stealing​ ​the​ ​snacks​ ​by​ ​his​ ​head.​ ​I​ ​felt​ ​bad​ ​for​ ​the​ ​poor​ ​boy​ ​but​ ​was​ ​too​ ​amused​ ​by​ ​his daydreaming​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​of​ ​the​ ​thief.​ ​

I​ ​shook​ ​my​ ​head​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​smother​ ​my​ ​loud​ ​laugh.​ ​I​ ​squinted my​ ​dark​ ​eyes,​ ​him​ ​being​ ​farther​ ​than​ ​I​ ​thought.​ ​The​ ​tanned​ ​stranger​ ​was​ ​well​ ​built​ ​from​ ​what​ ​I could​ ​see,​ tattoos​ ​running​ ​up​ ​his​ ​left​ ​bicep and some scattered across his chest.

I​ ​scolded​ ​myself​ ​for​ ​the​ ​creepy​ ​staring​ ​and​ ​managed​ ​to​ ​look​ ​away.​ ​I​ ​refocused​ ​on​ ​the writing​ ​prompt​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​me,​ ​determined​ ​to​ ​finish​ ​the​ ​essay​ ​so​ ​I​ ​could​ ​enjoy​ ​the​ ​few​ ​weeks​ ​left​ ​of summer.​ ​The​ ​blank​ ​paper​ ​making​ ​me​ ​more​ ​and​ ​more​ ​frustrated.​ ​I​ ​got​ ​bored​ ​of​ ​the​ ​prompt​ ​so​ ​fast that​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​look​ ​back​ ​to​ ​the​ ​boy​ ​further​ ​down​ ​the​ ​beach,​ ​surprised​ ​at​ ​his​ ​sudden disappearance.​ ​

The​ ​stranger​ ​was​ ​still​ ​on​ ​my​ ​mind​ ​as​ ​I​ ​started​ ​to​ ​pack​ ​up,​ ​the​ ​sun​ ​setting​ ​on​ ​the horizon. I pushed my dark hair out of my eyes as I looked at the sunset once more before heading down the path to my house.

I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​strange​ ​feeling​ ​that​ ​I'd​ ​see​ ​the handsome stranger again.

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