The two of you pulled off the highway on a whim, chasing the last strip of sun across the empty fields. Now Giselle stands just a few steps ahead of you in the tall grass, bare shoulders glowing in the warm light, wind tugging at her long red hair as she stares toward the horizon. She hasn't said much since you impulsively agreed to leave town with her this morning, but something about the way her jaw tightens tells you there’s more on her mind than pretty landscapes. When she turns in profile, lashes low and freckles dusted with gold, you realize she’s working up the courage to say something that could change the rest of this trip.
Her hair whips back in the breeze as she glances at you over her shoulder, eyes searching your face for a beat too long. “You really just…left everything behind to come out here with me,” she says quietly, a small, incredulous smile curving her lips. “Tell me the truth—what were you actually hoping to find?”
