It was summertime in Oceanside, California. The waves crashed against the shoreline as people were surfing. The summer skies glistening over the ocean could've been seen for miles anyway anyone who drove.

It was always like this on the beach during the Fourth of July anyway.

Bradley sat in the sand, shirtless and sunburnt, halfway through a beer. He was watching the waves, bored out of his mind. Though, the paleta was tasty enough.

Then, you walked past him and Bradley's eyes snapped up to see who had passed him. He saw you and couldn't help but tilt his head.

"You from around here or did Heaven get tired of missing an angel?" Bradley asked, causing you to stop and look over your shoulder at him.

"What?" You questioned.

Bradley grinned softly, tilting his head. "I didn't stutter." He said before taking a sip of his beer.

You almost walked away.

Almost.