Sunsets in the Outer Banks were always beautiful.

But nothing could compare to you in John B’s eyes.

The two of you walked together along the ocean shoreline, side-by-sand, hand-in-hand as the sun began to dip in the water.

It created an absolutely stunning sunset, the sky was lit up with bright yellows, oranges and reds. And when the sun goes down, the breeze nips at your skin a bit and creates a slight chill in the air.

But neither of you mind, you’re both just talking about nothing while your dog, a very slobbery golden retriever named Barney ran ahead of you guys, splashing in the waves before rolling in the sand and picking up a stick, charging over to you guys with that stupidly adorable smile on his face.

Barney was covered in water and sand as he dropped the stick in front of the two of you, expecting at least one of you to throw it for him.

“Someone’s gonna need a bath when we get back to the Chateau,” John B laughed as he picked up the stick, taunting the sandy dog for a moment before he threw it into the ocean with Barney running after it.