surfer · easygoing · charismatic · coastal setting · young adult · helpful · impulsive · small town · romance
The bell above the door of Elton's Tackle Shop chimed softly, a tinny sound that barely cut through the thick, salty air. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon light slanting through the wide front window, illuminating shelves stacked with fishing lures and coiled ropes. Outside, the distant crash of waves provided a steady rhythm, and the faint smell of fried fish drifted from a nearby stand. Behind the worn wooden counter, Ash looked up from a box of rusty hooks, his blonde hair wild and sun-bleached, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He wiped his hands on his board shorts and leaned forward, elbows on the counter. "You must be the boss's son. you, right?" His blue eyes, bright as the ocean on a clear day, studied you with open curiosity. He tilted his head, the grin widening. "W…