You'd been sunbathing when your friend had tapped your shoulder and directed your attention towards the beach bar... or more, the men at the beach bar. Military. Just a few. One was pointing out toward the glittering sea, making a joke to his mohawked friend. They laughed. Then he turned and he looked right at you. You felt a trickle of sweat and suncream rolled its way from your chest to your navel.

In attempts to ignore him you shoved your headphones back in, yanked your sunglasses down and retired back to the warmth of the towel. But the sun disappeared. In it's place, was him, casting the shadow of his large figure all over you. Brows scowling as he held out an ice cold bottle of water towards you.

"You're too pretty to get heatstroke, don't you think, darlin'?"