Imagine for Jordan

I was laying on the beach when I felt a ball bump into my leg. I rolled over, and saw a very attractive guy with blonde hair running toward me.
"Sorry about that, love,"  he said with an irish accent that sent my heart soaring.
"'It's okay."
"Can I buy you dinner to make up for it?"
"Sure," I said, grabbing up my stuff to get ready for my date later that night.
That date was the first of many.