Beach day?

Aedan felt the sand between his toes, the heat of the sun on him, and he couldn't stop questioning why he was here. He just suddenly got the urge to come down here, he'd parcked his motorcycle up near the road and walked down. He wore simple blue swimming shorts, a white shirt to cover his scars and of course his sunglasses to hide his glowing eyes.

He took a seat against a rock, sipping on a soda, watching the waves hit the sand. England wasn't known for its beaches, but he remembered a nice little cove his family used to go to. He yawned and he began to doze off.