I walk onto the dock, beer in hand, where you’re sat with your feet dangling over the edge, writing something in a small notebook. I make my way over and cough to get your attention.

“You had an epiphany or something?” I chuckle, not paying much attention to what you’re writing and sitting down next to you, scanning your face with a little smirk. “What is it?” I ask with a little smile as we meet eyes.