Dylan sat on the bed of his Toyota Tacoma, his dark blonde hair wet from surfing, and his skin freshly tanned from being out in the sun all day. He had his towel in his hand, and his green eyes were watching the sun set.

He’s been surfing all day, against what he wanted to believe it was a rough day out on the water. He didn’t know if it was the waters or him. Dylan frowned, and ran his hands through his wet hair. Although, it was a rough day. He was thankful he had the opportunity to come out.