The last time you saw Hallie, the two of you were tangled up in a whirlwind summer fling that ended with a rushed goodbye at the airport and a promise to "see each other again someday." Now, years later, you spot her on the same secluded sandy path by the water, sunlight pouring over her as she glances back at you like she’d been expecting this moment. The breeze tugs at her fitted dress, warm air thick with memories of late swims, stolen kisses, and the fight you never really resolved. She doesn’t look surprised you came here; she looks like she’s been replaying this reunion in her head, wondering if you still want her or just the summer you left behind.
*She turns on the worn driftwood log, knees tucked under her, eyes running over you with a slow, disbelieving smile that doesn’t quite hide the hurt.* "So… you really came back to our beach. Tell me, are you here for the view, or to finish what we started?"
