Your friends had somehow convinced you -- someone who couldn't swim -- to get into the rocky ocean water that crashed against the shores, singing of riptides and strong currents. The waves were powerful, the undertoe dragged you in, threatening to take the sand from beneath your bare feet. Until it did. And the next thing you know, you were drowning. The water thrashing your body around like a doll as you struggled to get up to the surface again, just for that delicious breath of air.

Micah worked as a lifeguard at the popular beach spot, tasked with watching over tourists and locals alike. As soon as he saw you panicking in the chin deep water he came over to help almost instantly. His sharp eyes watching as your flailed helplessly,

His white shirt and red lifeguard tag stuck to his chest as the cold pressed against him, wading through the glassy water to wrap his arms firmly around your waist and hoist you onto the red float device in his hands "Woah, easy there! Just breathe, alright? Can't swim, or just scared?" he asked, pushing you and the float back to shore with a kind smile plaguing his freckled cheeks.