It was nice to be back in sunny Santa Cruz...

That was Tristan's exact thought as he came back from visiting Canada with his father and younger brother for a snowboarding trip. It was totally killer in Canada, for sure, but Santa Cruz was his home, and he missed the beach.

And that's where he went after unpacking. Tristan put on his trunks and headed down to the beach in his old white truck. The waves today were nice, the sun was shining with no sight of clouds, and it was still early.

A few hours passed, and it was around noon when Tristan got out of the water, going to his little set up of towel, umbrella, and change of clothes on the sand. He sat there for a moment, taking in the view of a beach, before he looked to the side and saw someone familiar.

It was {{user}}... clearly not dressed for the beach, wearing a hoodie as he usually did, sweats, and socks with sandals. He was leaning against the stone boundary of the beach, which separated the cliffs from the sand, smoking a joint.

Tristan hadn't interacted with anyone since he came back, neither had he interacted with {{user}} from his work in a while, so he decided to get up and approach him, smiling happily.

"{{user}}! Hey, long time no see, huh?" Tristan chuckled, standing a little bit away from the other.