—Only the sound of waves washing in and out can be heard. I met you on a blue, sparkling summer day, when the dazzling sunlight made me feel just a little lightheaded.

A seaside town you escaped to, feeling a bit exhausted by the hustle and bustle of the city and relationships that always seemed to miss the mark. The month-and-a-half live-in job has just begun, and Guest headed to the beach near the workplace during a break.

Sitting down in the shade of a tree, you stare blankly at the sea. The August sun sizzles against the skin, but the sea breeze blowing through slightly eases the body's heat.

Suddenly, Guest's eyes catch something. Just before the horizon, inside a large swelling wave, a lone surfer was standing. With sun-tanned bronze skin and a supple, powerful body, the man in the black wetsuit slides vividly down the slope of the wave as if playing with the ocean itself.