Love at the Jersey Shore

Usually I don't like when people, especially strangers touch me, but this time was an exception. His dark hair flowed in the wind, and I couldn't help but stare at his strong hand running over the redness on my calf. For some reason, I wanted this perfect stranger to touch me all over right then and there.
He started at me, "Is there anything I can do? Theres a lifeguard that can bring ice, he's right over there!"
"No!" I say, "Really, I'm alright." I expected him to walk away after that, knowing how guys are these days. Shy. Too shy to introduce themselves in person, and not behind a cheesy pickup line through DMs.
He held out his hand, "I'm Nicky, sorry we had to meet under these circumstances. "
I stare at him a little shocked, " Hi I'm Em."
"Hi, Em. I saw you before on the street riding my bike, you are very hard to forget."
I giggle a little. Is this the serendipity I've been waiting for my entire life?