James begun to type of his palm top the moment he laid eyes on the teen... he looked about 17, black ear length straight hair, blue eyes, tanned skin. He was very skinny, almost emaciated. His chest was bared, wearing only a pair of quiksilver boardshorts. He was coming out of the surf, hair slicked, his bony body glistening in the morning sun.
James approached the surfer, who put down his stunted surf board to grab up his towel. "Hey there, how you doing mate?"
"Pretty good dude." The 17 yo smiled, "Summit I can do for ya?"
"Nah... but I might have something I can do for you." James smiled, the code phrase kicking in. The boy seemed entranced now by James, and open to suggestion...