Their boats passed. The one, which had peeling white paint and a shuddering motor, was occupied by a teenage boy and his friends. It paled in comparison to the big, shinny boat a woman and her daughter were lounging in.

The boy noticed the girl as he always did when he saw her around. He watched her as she bent down to retrieve a coke from her cooler, pushing her long black curls out of her eyes. 

She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, he decided to himself, pushing his sunglasses up into his blonde hair so he could see better. 

His friends noticed him gazing at the girl and began mocking him.

“Common man, not again!” 

“Bro, her boat has got to be fifty times more expensive than yours, at the least!” 

“Don’t get your hopes up, it’s never gonna happen.”

Not caring much of what his friends thought, the boy ignored them, so they eventually went back to fishing. Only one of the friends continued to watch the boy gape at the girl, jealousy rising up in her chest like an angry beast. 

The girl finally noticed the boy staring at her. She blushed, quickly glancing down at the ground, then slowly looking back at him. 

He grinned, raising his arm to wave.

Her eyes brightened. She began to wave back but then her mother appeared, slapping her daughter’s hand away as anger flickered in her eyes. 

The boy’s smile faded. Such a stupid thing to do, he thought to himself, slowly turning back to his friends. We live in two different worlds, so what makes me think our worlds could ever collide?