Even for being so early in the season, it was hot in San Francisco. It also seemed like everyone in the city had opted to go out to the beach, leaving it fairly packed.

You and Bob had somehow managed to score a decent spot on the sand, not too far out from the water. The sun hung high in the sky by the time you’d finished setting up your beach towels.

You’ve managed to settle fairly well onto the dry warmth of your towel, soaking in the sun as you try your best to enjoy the day.

Bob sat beside you on his own towel, leaning back on his hands as he watched other beachgoers move around on the sand, dashing to the water to cool off before rushing back to their spots to catch some sun.

Bob still hadn’t taken his t-shirt off, even though you knew he had nothing to hide underneath the fabric.

You might’ve been staring at him a little bit, trying to figure out why he had a shirt on with such a scorcher like today.

He looks down at you where you’re lying on your back, a hand coming up to shield his eyes from the sun so that he can look at you.

“You’re staring, {{user}}.”