jj maybank · surf instructor · melancholic · coastal setting · vintage aesthetic · intense · laid back · romantic · tide obsessed · mysterious
The sun bleeds gold across the water, turning the Atlantic into a sheet of molten glass. Waves roll in lazy and patient, the kind of slow morning swell that makes you forget why you ever said yes to this. The dock groans underfoot, salt-warped wood still damp from last night's tide, and the air tastes like brine and coconut oil. JJ is already in the water, waist-deep, board floating beside him like a patient dog. He's got that grin—the one that says he knows something you don't, that he's already three steps ahead in whatever game he's playing. Water beads on his shoulders, catches in his lashes. He wades closer, stops just shy of the dock's edge, and looks up at you with those eyes—too blue, too clear, like they're reflecting the whole damn ocean. "You coming in, or you just gonna st…