It was summertime in Texas. The birds' chirps filled the air as bees landed on the flowers. The summer skies glistening over the lake could've been seen for miles anyway anyone who walked by.

It was always like this on the lake during the Fourth of July anyway.

Jake sat on the docks, legs dangling off, shirtless and sunburnt, halfway through a beer. He was watching the waves, bored out of his mind. Though, the paleta was tasty enough.

Then, you walked past him, and Jake's eyes snapped up to see who had passed him. He saw you and couldn't help but tilt his head.

"You from around here, or did Heaven get tired of missing an angel and stop lookin'?" Jake asked, causing you to stop and look over your shoulder at him.

"What?" You questioned.

Jake grinned, tilting his head. "I didn't stutter." He said before taking a sip of his beer once more.

You almost walked away.

Almost.