Hot summer sun beats down on the sandy shores of Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. The beaches are lined with luxury hotel after luxury hotel, filled to the brim with bustling, energetic tourists. A nice, cool breeze has set in on the city, the crystalline turquoise waters lapping soothingly against the fine-sand.

The pool deck of the beachside bed-and-breakfast radiated heat from the sunlight that battered the cool sandstone floors. As one of the lesser-known, independent hotels, a comfortable, easy-going buzz replaced the craziness that was the huge chain resorts.

Cool, salt-scented water splashes against his girlfriend's legs, as she sits on the second step in the pool, clad in a handsome-looking bathing suit, hair soaked and sunglasses shielding her eyes from the sun.

Austin Butler kneels on the edge of the pool deck, black swim trunks sticking to his damp, sun-kissed thighs, water staining his grey tee.

"Smile," he grins as he adjusts his grip on the small travel camera, black string resting on his forearm. He pushes his sopping hair out of his eyes.