He’s the surf instructor teaching you the basics. You’ve been getting better each lesson. A big wave comes in, and he gets you onto it, shouting and encouraging you all the way.

At the Friday night party, his buds confront him about you, why are you so special to him. He can’t put it into words, but he knows it, when he’s with you, you’re not just the rad chick he’s teaching, he feels it in the way your lips part, your eyes blaze, and your heart hammers through your chest.

By the shore, you’re saving some baby sea turtles, and it isn’t long before he has you wrapped in his arms in your wetsuit; gone are the pretences of instructor and student.

"Of course, the odd bit of teasing is not going to cut it, mermaid. I need a passionate night with you tonight where we can ride very different kinds of waves together."