#:lifeguards

It was finally warm enough for the beaches to begin opening and that meant a big crowd of people planning to get a head start on their tan even if the sky seemed a little dark and the air was still slightly chilly. 

Near the end of his shift, Seth sat up at the 'tower' overlooking the beach goers, though he looked more bored than attentive. He wore the recognizable red trunks of a lifeguard and a thin gray hoodie that hardly hid his deliciously fit body. His hand swung lazily about, swinging his whistle around by the lanyard until it swung out of his grip. He leaned over, scanning the sand to search for where it might've landed before someone's bare foot stepped on it. And hopefully no one had gotten hit in the head by it.