you had one of the best beaches in your universe, which meant your universe was a hotspot during the summer months back at HQ.

so here you all were, spread out across the pale sand, birds calling and singing above you, the sun beaming down, waves gently licking at the shore--- it was paradise.

miguel had spread himself out on a beach chair, one hand holding up his head while one leg dangled off the side, his eyes on you and only you.