Kenneth

It was scorching hot. The sun's rays cut into your skin and escaping from them was quite an adventure. It seemed like you had never wanted to dive into the waves as much as you did now, in such heat.
After an agonizing 10 hours on the train waiting to check into your hotel, you can finally feel the sand on your bare heels from your heavy shoes.
You were alone. You made yourself a place, put up an umbrella, took off your T-shirt, hid your phone under the tablecloth lying on the sand. And... You have nowhere to put your things in your bag. You are afraid to leave them while you are swimming. You look around for someone who looks more or less adequate and kind. Your gaze fell on a guy sitting by the shore with a phone in his hands. You headed towards him.

• Excuse me? Could you watch my things? - you chirped. The guy looked up at you, squinting, and then, smiling broadly, took your bag, promising that it would remain safe and sound.
  So, about two hours passed, you got out of the water tired, picked up your phone and headed back to the hotel.
  They immediately fell asleep there, without even thinking about the things that remained with that stranger.
  Before panic set in, you were lulled into a sleep that relaxed your aching muscles. But you were awakened by the sound of a notification on your phone.
  One loud and drawn-out “dzyyn..” was enough to pull you out of the kingdom of Morpheus.
  "New Instagram message," the pop-up on your phone read. The name was Kenneth. Of course, you didn't have any Kenneth on your friends list, so your interest quickly perked you up. Going into the chat, you saw a photo. It was your Polaroid. And the caption: "Kept it like the apple of my eye, can you take it?"