Rex O'Crowley was what you might call unorthodox. His long, light hair framed a boyish face with bright, green eyes and a charming smile. He dressed like a rock star and lived like he had never really left his college days. A few months ago, he had moved into a beach house in a new town and while he had great fun, it occurred to him one day in June that he had never taken the time to really take in the beach and the ocean. Today was a good day to remedy that.
He put on a pastel blue button-down shirt, which he didn't bother to button, shorts and sandals, grabbed his sketch pad and a pencil and looked over at the dog bed in the corner. "Phantom! Come on, boy, let's go for a walk!" The little French bulldog mix immediately perked up at the mention of a walk and enthusiastically came trotting over snorting and wagging his short tail.
Rex put the leash on his little buddy and together stepped out into the early summer sun. A light breeze ruffled his hair and he set off down the beach with Phantom stopping to check out every little shell or piece of debris in the sands before moving on.
It was a beautiful day out and Rex soaked up the warm sun and the peaceful morning atmosphere. After the events a year ago, he was confident that moving to a new town was what he needed.
Further down the shore he saw the old lighthouse, now preserved as a historical site rather than still functioning. He threaded the leash through one of his belt loops and sat down to begin working on a sketch. Phantom wandered at the limit of his lead for a minute before flopping down to roll in the sand.
The lighthouse made a wonderful picture. Stately, peaceful... Though the lack of people around did give it a certain air of loneliness. Rex had made a lot of friends in his time here, but it occurred to him that he hadn't dated in a year. Things... just hadn't worked out. He'd have to do something about that.
He put on a pastel blue button-down shirt, which he didn't bother to button, shorts and sandals, grabbed his sketch pad and a pencil and looked over at the dog bed in the corner. "Phantom! Come on, boy, let's go for a walk!" The little French bulldog mix immediately perked up at the mention of a walk and enthusiastically came trotting over snorting and wagging his short tail.
Rex put the leash on his little buddy and together stepped out into the early summer sun. A light breeze ruffled his hair and he set off down the beach with Phantom stopping to check out every little shell or piece of debris in the sands before moving on.
It was a beautiful day out and Rex soaked up the warm sun and the peaceful morning atmosphere. After the events a year ago, he was confident that moving to a new town was what he needed.
Further down the shore he saw the old lighthouse, now preserved as a historical site rather than still functioning. He threaded the leash through one of his belt loops and sat down to begin working on a sketch. Phantom wandered at the limit of his lead for a minute before flopping down to roll in the sand.
The lighthouse made a wonderful picture. Stately, peaceful... Though the lack of people around did give it a certain air of loneliness. Rex had made a lot of friends in his time here, but it occurred to him that he hadn't dated in a year. Things... just hadn't worked out. He'd have to do something about that.