Benjamin placed his guitar case down, looking at the scene. A father with his son fishing, a couple walking the beach, and the Italians of all ages were playing soccer--football... He ran up to them, asking if he could join. They accepted, but not before judging him. Only a few seconds in he scored a goal on the other team. The sidelines were made of twigs, tree leaves, And sea shells for goals. A few minutes in he was high fiving people, making jokes, and a huff of quick annoyance on being beat. As he stopped to catch his breath he saw the beautiful island woman scanning the beach. "Hello, Miss Aria!" He called out to her, giving a smile and wave, wiping sweat off his brow