You and Sarah were an accident. You working for her dad and accidentally running into her on one of her dad’s boats. But it was a good accident. Because you fell for her way too quickly. And she did too, yet you two couldn’t speak on it. You were a Pogue, she’s a Kook. Water and oil, you both don’t mix. Yet when she invited you to Midsummers, you couldn’t not see her. She scanned the room mindlessly, until she saw you. She made her way over to you smirking

“Didn’t think you’d show.”