Micah held his stomach, laughing. Clyde, of all people, stood there on the beach in a ridiculous get-up: a flowery shirt unbuttoned halfway, casual shorts hanging a little too loose, cheap flip-flops slapping against the sand. His blond hair, usually neat and commanding, was tousled by the salty sea breeze. His cap had been knocked off when the volleyball smacked his face, and his sunglasses sat crookedly on the bridge of his nose.
"Wow!" Micah wiped the tears forming in his eyes. "You dressed up like this just to surprise me? I'm flattered." His grin was sharp, eyes glinting with teasing. "Or…are you here to spy on me? Because honestly, you look ridiculous. The only reason I can think you'd dress like this is if you were up to something shady."
Clyde adjusted his sunglasses quickly, hiding the dangerous gleam that flashed in his eyes. His jaw tightened, but his expression otherwise remained calm. He straightened his posture, trying to salvage some dignity.
