“She’s a surfer girl.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh you know, she surfs, she’s always surfing.”
He felt like he already knew her. She probably smelled like coconuts and sunshine. She was probably tan and fit. She probably owned dozens of tiny bikinis. Her Instagram account was probably super compelling. She probably did yoga. She probably worked as a waitress or something, a job she probably got because she surfed so well and the manager knew her family. She probably wasn’t very good at it and needed financial help.
“Oh that’s cool that she surfs.”