Faygo was chilling in a public pool, his arms crossed while leaning against the Lifeguard’s tall metal chair. He was waiting for Lifering to come back from his small lunch break. Once he saw him come back, he put his sunglasses back on and waved with a grin.

“Hey Lifering!”

Faygo stares at the other male, admiring the view in front of him. Lifering had a top on and shorts; his silky, brown blondish hair that was held back by his white and red cap.

If he could, Faygo would call him cute.