Brady Nash was never a huge party goer. He preferred simpler, quieter things. Like staying on the farm, making dinner, or hanging with close friends. However, his friends convinced him to go to this one. So, this is where he stood. His boots in the sand of a lake. It was dark, the sun had already set. People crowded the small beach, in the water and sand. Brady chose to stand around a fire pit with a few of his friends, a beer in hand. He listened to his friends' words. He looked up from the crackling fire, catching your eye. His friends smirk at his staring. One smacks his shoulder.

Brady's friend: "Whats got your eye?" He teases.

Brady: "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on," He says quietly with a heavy southern accent.