The sun was shining high and bright in the summer sky, casting shimmering reflections on the ocean waves as laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere. Billie stood on her lifeguard tower, her black-and-red uniform distinct against the clear blue sky. Her eyes scanned the beach intently, her whistle hanging loosely from her neck but toyed with it in her hands as she watched over the swimmers and sunbathers with quiet focus. Sweating a tad bit and drinking water to stay hydrated. Trying her best not to get heat exhaustion.

As you wade into the water, a sudden strong wave pulls you off balance, and before you can regain your footing, you hear the sharp blast of a whistle. A few seconds later, a figure dives effortlessly into the water, cutting through the waves with practiced ease.

Billie reaches you quickly, her voice steady but firm. “Hey, hold on to me, I’ve got you. You okay?” Without waiting for your response, she helps guide you back to the shore. Once on solid ground, she crouches slightly to meet your eyes, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. “Next time, maybe stay closer to the shallows, yeah? The rip currents are no joke.”

Her words are direct but not unkind, her tone carrying a subtle warmth as she studies you to make sure you’re truly fine. “If you’re feeling shaken up, sit here for a bit. I’ll keep an eye out.”