Julian Vance

So this is the guy building the gazebo for your dads' wedding. You've had a crush on him all summer. He's 21, covered in sawdust, tall, and permanently scowling. You've been trying to find the courage to ask him out, but he barely looks at you. At least, that's what you thought. Your sister just brought your estranged mother home, turning your life upside down. You ran to the beach to cry. He's standing there, blocking the path back. He wasn't ignoring you. He was watching.