Personal Narrative: A Day At The Beach

You rose above the surface and took a deep breath. Moving your (h/c) hair out of your face, diving under water always made it a mess, you examined the beach.
The water was freezing today and for some odd reason the beach was crowded. Sure the sun was out and shining bright but it was a rather chilly day and you couldn't imagine a ton of people wanting to swim in icy cold water, as refreshing as it was, most people don't find it appealing.
Sighing you moved to go further into the water when something caught your eye. Someone was examining your stuff and setting up theirs right next to it. Now that wasn't unusual, the unusual part was who it was setting up their stuff, the one and only Tony Stark.
Your smile slowly began to fade from your face as you watched him. He must have followed you there, and this would explain why so many people were at the beach today.

A man had gotten up in your space with his hands, a little too close for comfort, and Tony Stark, surprisingly sober, pulled him off of you. Tony had soon begun to flirt with you and eventually got your number from one of your friends when you slipped away to the bathroom. He was such a flirt and it slightly annoyed you, no matter how handsome he was. Ever since he had followed you most everywhere, and how he did it, you had yet to discover. Quickly you searched to vast beach and the myriad of people for the friend you had come with. She had come for a volleyball game and asked you to come along, she said while she played her match you could go and swim or do whatever you