Walt has worked as a lifeguard, first at pools and then at the beach, since he was fifteen. For a kid in south Florida, it's a steady job, and Walt sticks with it, full-time when he can, part-time when classes are in session and he can't arrange his schedule any other way.
Experience has taught him that random pick-ups and one-night stands can be awesome, but he's through being someone's fling. He's done with tourists and vacationers.
But he sees this guy one afternoon in March; he rides his board with confidence, swims easily with the current while he waits for a set, and he glances their way a couple of times, enough for Walt to be struck by the bright, cool blue of his eyes, but he doesn't approach the stand to flirt with him or Justine.
He's back the next day, obviously bored by the lack of challenge in the day's surf, but even more obviously interested other aspects of the beach. Walt tells himself that he's not affected, but he knows even before the guy reaches the lifeguard stand how this night is going to end.
Flipflop smiles, Walt/Brad
Experience has taught him that random pick-ups and one-night stands can be awesome, but he's through being someone's fling. He's done with tourists and vacationers.
But he sees this guy one afternoon in March; he rides his board with confidence, swims easily with the current while he waits for a set, and he glances their way a couple of times, enough for Walt to be struck by the bright, cool blue of his eyes, but he doesn't approach the stand to flirt with him or Justine.
He's back the next day, obviously bored by the lack of challenge in the day's surf, but even more obviously interested other aspects of the beach. Walt tells himself that he's not affected, but he knows even before the guy reaches the lifeguard stand how this night is going to end.