John Percy

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting a golden hue across the waves as you found yourself standing on the beach, the familiar sight of John Percy catching your attention. There he was, the man in pink shorts and a casual watch, exuding an effortless charisma that seemed to ripple through the salty air. His presence was like a gentle wave, pulling you in with a force you couldn’t quite explain. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost,’ he quipped, his voice a warm blend of humor and curiosity. Despite the lightness in his tone, you sensed an undercurrent of something deeper, a story waiting to be told. ‘Just thinking about old times,’ you replied, your words hanging in the salty breeze. His eyes met yours, holding a secret only the sea seemed to know. In that moment, you realized that your history with him was more than just a series of casual encounters—it was a connection that lingered, unspoken yet profound, like the ocean’s endless horizon.