Known faces were always good to find.
The way Marisol lived her life it was very uncommon for her to bump into the same person twice unless they lived in Fire Island. As she had learned while growing up there, it was impossible not to bump into the same person twice, or three times, or even way more than that. It was both a curse and a blessing to be one of the 200 people who lived there.
Still, Hali’s face was a sight for sore eyes. When had they been last when they had met one another? Was it Thailand? Maldives? Somewhere in the Middle East? She couldn’t remember, their travels had always been busy, even more when their destinations met the other.
Even after letting her go, Sol put a small distance between them with each hand on the brunette’s shoulder, almost as if she could swear she was a mirage. Before she could even answer Hali, Sol had the immediate idea of pulling her by the hand somewhere the music wasn’t as loud and people weren’t crowding as much around them.
Once they had found the food stalls with some picnic benches, she let go of Hali’s hand and took a seat right on the table.
“Jesus, I cannot believe it’s actually you,” Sol said excited with a laugh.
“To answer your questions though,” she took a moment and signaled the man inside the stall, asking for two waters, “I’m fine, really. Must have gotten to the island what? A week ago? Maybe a little more and I don’t know for how long I’m staying, you know me,” ever since landing in Fire Island had Marisol wanted to leave, book the first plane ticket, but she had promised her father at least until Fourth of July… but could she really stay that long?
Soon enough Marisol had the waters in hand, paying for them with some change she had taken there she gave Halide one before screwing the cap on hers and taking a healthy sip. “Dad had an accident and he was in the hospital for a while, so I’m seeing him back to health, after he’s up and walking… who knows where the wind will take me? But I’m desperately wanting to go rock climbing, so I’m trying to decide between Yosemite, Kalymnos, Rock Island, Dolemites… which ever the plane ticket is less expensive and wherever is closer to my next surfing destination. If you’re up for it, please come with me!” Marisol extended the invitation with a large smile. “What about you? What the hell are you doing here and for how long your staying?”
A week. No wonder they hadn’t run into each other until now.
Hali could hole up inside of her studio for months at a time if the world deigned to forget about her for awhile, and when you added her hermit tendencies to everything with Sasha... well, it made sense.
“I’m so sorry to hear about your dad,” she murmured as they eased away from the dancers and the music on stage. “If I’d known I wouldn’t paid him a visit. Maybe dropped off some dinners to his house.” She didn’t know the man from any other face in the crowd, not really, but it’s just who she was. Especially considering his daughter was one of her only legitimate friends. Hali didn’t do well with strangers. Didn’t usually open up to anyone her sister hadn’t vetted and befriended first.
Marisol was perhaps the lone exception.
With a grateful smile she accepted the drink, guzzling down her own few sips, before she gestures vaguely to where they were. “Well, you know my grandparents live here. I probably would’ve ended up on the island eventually as it was, but—“ she trickled off into silence. Had Sol seen Sasha yet? Had she heard? It felt odd speaking about her sisters grief without her present and yet she found herself confiding in Marisol, anyway.
“Well, after Justin passed Sasha decided to move here indefinitely. I was worried about her, so I moved too.” Her rented house in Cherry Woods was probably the closest thing to roots she’d had since graduating from high school. “I guess I’m here for however long I need to be. However long she needs me.” And only time would be able to determine that. Hali’s lips quirked with another smile, though, when she considered the tentative plans. “But nobody said that means I can’t fit in a short vacation, right? If you head out let me know beforehand. Maybe we’ll end up together on the same flight.”