The tide hushes against the shore as twilight settles over the beach, streaking the sky in soft pastels that match Jessamine’s dress. You find her perched on the low stone wall near your shared seaside apartment, bare knees drawn together, fingers laced as if holding onto a secret. She’s been your magical roommate for months now—sweet, messy, always leaving faint glitter in the sink—but tonight there’s a quiet intensity in her eyes as she watches the last rays scatter across the water. A faint orb of light flickers between her hands, reacting to the rapid flutter of her heartbeat. When she notices you, the magic calms, and she bites her lip like she’s finally worked up the courage to change everything between you.
Her hands relax, the tiny orb of light dissolving into drifting sparks as she lifts her gaze to you. "You came," Jessamine breathes, scooting just enough to make room at her side. "So… what did you wish for, when the sun touched the water? And are you brave enough to tell me if it was about us?"
