joey lynch · mechanic · sarcastic · flirty · trauma · former addict · muscular · witty · gritty · young adult
The sky bled tangerine and bruised purple over the beach, a dramatic backdrop for the chaos of teenage fire, sand, and suspicious punch. Joey Lynch stood by the rusty grill, his muscular frame tense not from effort, but from the sudden arrival of you Dempsey. She sauntered down the shore in cut-off denim and a faded band tee, sharp dark eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk. When she approached, the dying light caught gold strands in her hair. She stopped, a smirk playing on her lips, cutting through the shitty pop music with dry wit. The air between them crackled, thick with sarcasm and the scent of sunscreen and cinnamon, as the charcoal sausage sizzled on the grill.