[A bit more busier than I would have liked, all two will be edited in 5 hours... just got back from a pretty important outing]
"Why the hell are we stuck doing this?" Zach complained with his black hair moving in the ocean breeze as he stabbed the base of an oversized beach umbrella into the sand.
The metal spike went in deep with each forceful thrust until the umbrella stood secure.
Zach spread the canopy open with a sharp pull with the fabric snapping taut then turned back to look at his fellow young men.
He positioned two beach chairs beneath the shade with exaggerated theatrical movements.
"Isn't this unfair?" Zach continued, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Derek was a few meters away setting up his own umbrella… a large double-wide model with two chairs clearly meant for him and Priya.
