Lunch In The Cafe

They reached the station, where Ethan paid for a round.

A few minutes later, they were on a boat, heading out to deeper waters.

The instructor, a tan, middle-aged man with sunglasses, gave Ethan a quick rundown of the basics — how to balance, how to shift his weight, how to control the board without wiping out.

Ethan listened quietly, nodding along.

Vanessa, on the other hand, leaned back against the seat with an amused look.

"You're taking this pretty seriously."

Ethan glanced at her. "Figured I might as well get it right the first time."

"Confident, huh?"

He didn't answer, but the smirk on his lips was all she needed to see.

A few minutes later, the boat slowed down, and Ethan climbed onto the edge, adjusting the ankle strap of the wakesurf board.

"Alright, here we go," the instructor called out as the boat started moving again.

The rope attached to the board tightened, pulling Ethan forward.