Jean Grey's Crimson Ruby in the Sand

I wandered along the warm morning strand until I spotted a slender pair of ruby-tinted sunglasses propped directly in the sand. With their sleek, narrow visor shape, they looked hilariously just like Scott's signature frames—practically daring me to tease him even in spirit! I tiptoed straight onto the red plastic temple arm, treating it like a private balance beam. Nudging a tiny white conch shell right in front of the lens with my toe, I struck an effortless pose, winking as the bright morning glare flashed crimson through the tinted shield. Scott would definitely turn beet red trying to keep his cool around my seaside catwalk.