One of Nadim’s hands clutched onto the small paper bag, in which, contained the cupcake he had gotten for Rust. In the other hand he held a towel, hoping he wouldn’t have to use it. He made his way toward the beach, a place he was pretty much avoiding, which he’d most likely deny if anyone asked. It wasn’t as if Nadim was deathly afraid of the ocean, only a bit afraid of what the waters contained. He was wearing the only pair of swim trunks he owned, bright red material with tropical flowers littered across it. As long as he didn’t have to go too far in the water he was sure that he’d be alright. Plus, what could go wrong when he was meeting a rescue swimmer. Nadim would consider the other male a friend, they had similar views on things and he was easy to talk to in Nadim’s opinion. The submissive was doing his best to stay social, since he had promised himself. Keeping contact with Rust was definitely a way to keep such a promise. As he got to the sand, Nadim spotted Rust by the waterline. While getting closer he noticed the water seemed on the calm side, easing the slight nerves within him. “You got me on the beach, good for you,” Nadim said once in earshot of the other. “I hope you don’t get sand in your cupcake, that would be shit.”