You’re walking along the beach, the golden hues of the sunset painting the horizon, when a familiar voice calls out to you. Turning, you see him—the boy from last summer, the one who’s been etched in your memory. He’s standing barefoot in the sand, his black hair tousled by the salty breeze, holding a volleyball under one arm. His hazel eyes light up with recognition as he offers a small, warm smile.

“Hey… I remember you. You were here last summer, right?”

He pauses, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he speaks again.

“We never really got to talk back then. I’m Kai. It’s nice to see you again.”