The sand was splashed with the colors of the sunset, the pristine white bathed to a decidely orange hue as the sun slipped further into the waves. So close it looked, like you could reach out and warm your hands to it. It was perfection, time stilled for it to be taken in.

But time moves on as do all things and Nick shoved his hands in pocket, turning his back to the scene as his steps continued up the street. Pausing at the back door he cast on more glance to it, fixing in his mind the way the water sparkled at the touch of those golden rays, hands itching to put it to canvas, to recreate that and hold that moment in time just a little while longer.

Sighing he turned and pulled open the heavy metal door, varied messages scratched into the nondescript brown paint that served as employee entrance and fire door for the small bar.

Standing a moment in the sunshine, the fading rays catching on the dustmotes and the chocolate brown curls that fell aroundhis brow it was several moments of indecision, wanting badly to turn around and go home. The spell was broken though, Mona’s voice carrying across the room as she rumbled.

“Your fuckin LATE!!! Third time this month! You wanna keep this job ya show up on time. Now get your ass to work.”

At 6’2″ and 320 pounds it was easier to let the bark scare you. But Mona had no bite and a heart the size of of a volkswagon. Scowl dissapearing she wandered over to the jukebox and thumped it soundly, the voice of Amy Winehouse pouring out of it’s worn speakers.

Nick moved behind the bar and started putting things in order before the evening rush started, the place empty now save for the few regulars that had he not seen it with is own eyes at closing time Nick would have assumed never moved from their stools.