[WARNING! MatureContent Ahead! If you're uncomfortable, skip this chapter. This doesn't advance the plot, so . . . ]
Later that night, the bonfire had already been set, its flames dancing wildly as if celebrating the end of a long, heavy day. The crackling of burning wood mixed with the sound of waves nearby, creating a calm but lively atmosphere. The orange glow of the fire reflected in everyone's eyes, painting their faces in soft warmth.
Ren and Evie sat side by side on the sand, a small distance away from the others. Between them were skewers of grilled meat and a couple of opened beer bottles, half-finished and slowly warming in the night air.
At first, they talked.
Nothing serious.
Just simple things—about the beach, about the food, about how the day went.
But the more they talked, the more aware they became of each other.
Every glance felt heavier.
Every pause felt longer.
Until eventually—
The conversation died.
