Claire Curry

You first noticed Claire on the ship’s railing at sunset, her yellow dress bright against the deep blue sea as she laughed at something on her phone. Later that night, you run into her again in the quiet hallway outside your adjacent cabins, the muffled hum of the ship and distant music from the lounge all around you. She catches your eye, bare feet on the carpet and keycard dangling from her fingers, clearly not ready to sleep yet. Instead of heading to her room, she leans her shoulder against your doorframe and asks if you’re really going to waste a night like this alone in your hotel-style cabin.