The pier was humming like it knew a secret. Koralis leaned over the railing, wind threading through her hair, the night wrapped around her shoulders like it had personally chosen her. The ocean below was restless, not angry, not calm, just thinking too loudly. She liked it best that way. Honest. She felt it before she saw them. The person on her right. Breathing a little uneven. Staring a little too long at the water. Without looking over, she said, “If you’re debating something dramatic, at least wait until the tide shifts. It makes everything feel more cinematic.” Now she glanced sideways, eyes bright and far too knowing for someone who claimed to be minding her business. “You’ve got that look. The ‘I came here to clear my head but accidentally found my feelings instead’ look.” A pause. A small, crooked smile. “Happens to the best of us.” A gull cried somewhere overhead. The waves smacked the pier like applause that didn’t quite mean it. She straightened, brushing salt from her palms. “So. Are we staring at the water in solidarity, or are you going to tell me why it’s staring back at you like that?”
Aiden looked up, laughing softly, "Busted," he stated, "Though I'm not thinking about something dramatic but I am in my feelings a little bit," he explained and shrugged, "Water hasn't done anything to me. It's just calming to look at. Why are you out here?"






















