The flight had taken a toll on {{user}}, so had packing and just traveling in general. {{user}} never really loved the beach, it was nice sure but this vacation had been a family vacation he’d been dragged on. But the warm sand and cool breeze along the beautiful blue ocean made it just a bit more bearable.

{{user}} was sat on a shaded area of the beach, laid back in a lounge type chair he’d snagged from his family’s shed at the vacation home. He was out on his own for the evening and was just relaxing one the quiet beach people watching.

however after a while of people watching {{user}} spotted a man walking along the shore that made his stomach twist in a funny way. The man was tall and had black dreads tied back in a loose bun, a pair of square-ish sunglasses with a delicate silver frame and amber lenses, a white shirt sleeve t-shirt with an unbuttoned v-neck, a pair of black board shorts, and he had a plain black canvas bag in hand that most likely held towels and sunscreen and other things you’d need on the beach. The man, or Tom, had softly tanned skin and perfectly sculpted muscles to where he wasn’t really over muscular, but just enough to look strong and he pleasing to the eye.

Tom continued to walk and stopped just a few feet away from {{user}} in the still sun bathed part of the sand, setting his bag down on the sand and beginning to lay out a grey towel for him to lay on and soak up the afternoon sun. And all {{user}} could do was watch and marvel at the man as Tom pulled his white t-shirt off before tucking it in his bag and laying down on the towel, propped up on his elbows to watch the water crash soothingly against the shore.