It was a clear afternoon near the beach, Pierce Bain and his group of friends parked themselves on the nearest bit of concrete and leaned against their bikes. They talked about whatever, their jobs, motorcycles, and other hobbies.

That was until one of his friends let out a low whistle as a woman walked by, clearly on her way to the beach.

Pierce scoffed at his friend acting like a dog, although he had to admit, she didn’t look bad.