“This was exactly what I needed.” Damian closed his eyes, reclining on the sand with his hands folded behind his head.
The Santa Cruz surf roared and whispered. The sun bathed his body with a gentle warmth, not the baking fire it delivered in Fresno lately.
Alex’s chuckle soothed his ears. Familiar fingers played with his hair, smoothing it back from his forehead. “On days like this, you see why people become beach bums.”
“That’s it, that’s my true future. I’ll stop going to class, starting now. Forget the degree. Forget a job. I’ll make do with spare change on the boardwalk, and I’ll lie here the rest of the time.”
“Such ambition. Classes getting you down?”
Damian sighed. “It’s understandable when it’s ag, which is boring. But art, which I actually like…it’s not cooperating with me.
