It never mattered where she went or how long she took off working in her cafe, leaving it in the hands of the people she trusted the most, the people who had raised her. She somehow always found her way to the sea, she would never intend on being anywhere near the water, but somehow that's where she still ended up. It was, in fact, the place she met her dark man. She was in one of her first competitions, the first one she had done at a national level. He had been invited to be apart of the photography team, even though he was young and still in his final year of school. He had already been awarded the highest scholarship for his knowledge, the talent he had already shown to the industry, and the array of work he'd been credited for in the short three years he had been taking photos for his photography class.
He was standing on the shoreline when she took her first wave; he couldn't take his lense off of her; he was captivated by her skill. His breath was taken away by how this petite pale bodied girl could control this whale of a body of water around her with such ease.
They had been living together for three years; even after copious amounts of hours spent together; she was still his favourite subject to photograph. When he wasn't on a shoot or out in the middle of nowhere taking photos like her dad used to, he would join her on a surfing trip. Over the past few years, he had started to take an interest in surfing. He had the best teacher though he didn't have nearly the same amount of talent. Most of the time, he spent trying to surf was spent falling into the deep blue infinity below him. Much like the feeling, his porcelain girl felt every time she looked into his electric blue eyes a rare but beautiful contrast with his dark skin. Even after the hundredth time of paddling out and getting his balance the second, a wave came even one that had barely formed glided under his board he was off it headfirst crashing into the icy blast that awaited him. A feeling he had got used to though every time it still seemed to send a sense of shock through his skin, as goose pimples rose, and his hairs stood on end.
