#lovvve

Theme: Summer Tropes

Prompt: I’m a beginner at surfing and honestly have no balance or coordination whatsoever, perhaps you and your beautifully toned body could help me out??

Word Count: 2513

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“Are you free now?”

His throat made a strange squealing noise, and his hand jumped to his hair. "Am I ever! For you, freer than I've ever been before in my life."

"Perfect," she said, "How much do you charge?"

He blinked. "Uh... I don't... I'm not... what?!"

"For an all-day lesson, I mean."

"Oh! You meant...because I'm behind this counter, of course, you assumed...you're looking for a surfing lesson?"

"Yes?"

"Right. Right, right, right. And I'm a surfing instructor. Obviously. Because why else would I be standing behind this counter? It's not like I'm some weirdo who just has a compulsive need to break every single rule I see," he muttered, eyes darting to a sign on the counter that read, "EMPLOYEES ONLY".

"Uh..." she frowned suspiciously.

"What do I charge!" he said quickly, turning those bright hazel eyes back onto her and derailing her train of thought. "Good question."

"So you are definitely a surfing instructor then?"

"I mean, yeah. Of course. And I charge a very official amount, which is, um..."

"Er, before you price it, you should know it's in service of a greater cause."

"Sorry?"

"I'm not just cavorting about on the waves for my own amusement. I'm fighting misogyny."