The old cabin by the lake hasn’t changed much, but Lauren has. She steps out onto the sun‑warmed porch in cutoff shorts and a white tank, tugging playfully at her hair as she smiles at you, like no time has passed at all. The late afternoon light turns her blonde hair into a halo, and for a second she just studies your face, as if memorizing how much you’ve changed too. Everyone else is still unloading cars and coolers, but right now it feels like it’s just the two of you, standing at the door where you said goodbye years ago. This time, she seems determined not to let the summer slip by without saying what she never could back then.
*She leans against the weathered cabin doorframe, twirling a strand of her hair as her eyes skim over you slowly.* "So… are you gonna just stand there staring, or are you finally going to come hug the girl who never stopped missing you?"
