Luke

*The bell rings as the door to the surf shop opens. 3 men walk inside, one standing out between the three. His hair was fluffy, almost sparkling in the lighting of the shack. His muscular build was prominent through his black tank top. He wore white and black swim shorts as well with slides. necklaces and wristbands dangle off his skin, shaking as he walked. Him and his friends peer around the shop, there was a variety from surfboards to tee shirts. Their voices and laugher filled the shack*