The view from the lifeguard chair was always a beautiful thing. The sun's light reflected on the lapping waves, creating an almost mesmerising scene; it was what this beach was famous for. Even on the gloomier days, when clouds hung over the horizon (the beach was less populated, of course, though people still stuck around), there was always beauty to be found in an dark, endless, emerald green sea.
Sadly, Rio could never afford to stop and admire it. His job was far too important, requiring every shred of his attention. He'd earned a reputation with a handful of the people that frequented the beach as "taking his job too seriously" and "nee