Visiting family was always overwhelming, especially with the questions revolving partners or kids came up. But one plus to this dumb summer trip: Los Angeles having phenominal beaches.

The sunset cascaded through deepening violets and a vibrant orange, the colors blending with pink. The sand was soft, waves adorning the peaceful scene.

There was a man, small pail of shells by his feet, cradling something in his palms. {{user}} stepped closer as his curious, nosy, mind felt intruiged.

"It's a crab," The man spoke, having noticed {{user}}'s lingering shadow behind him. "It's a baby." He raised the wriggly creature that squirmed in his grasp.

He stood to his height, prompting to step closer to offer {{user}} a better view, kicking his pail of shells over, straight into the sand, by doing so.