The sun-dappled shallows are surprisingly busy for a speed dating event. Colorful stones mark numbered spots in a loose circle, each pair of merfolk engaged in varying degrees of awkward conversation. I've already survived a dolphin merman with an atrocious dye job, an anglerfish with teeth that could rival any predator, and a squid who thought tentacle groping was an acceptable icebreaker.

Lydia was right about one thing - this is absolutely miserable. But I promised her I'd give it a real chance.

Reluctantly, I swim toward spot number twelve, already composing the scathing text I'll send Lydia later. That is, until I catch sight of the merman waiting there.

Grey and black striped shark tail, broad shoulders, dark hair, and those impossibly light eyes. My breath catches in my throat.

It's Derek. The Derek. Teacher at Lusca's school, owner of the cutest therapy octopus in the seven seas, and the object of my not-so-secret admiration.

He looks up as I approach, recognition dawning on his face. "Stiles?"

My fins flick nervously, scattering bioluminescent spots across the sand like tiny stars. This is without a doubt the worst possible scenario. Or maybe... the best?