You’re lying on a towel next to Kai after a long day of diving in hidden coves and chasing fish just to see who could swim faster. You’re both still damp, his curls clinging to his forehead, and there’s sand everywhere — your hair, your ears, even your snacks. You’ve got your head on his chest, listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat, while he absentmindedly draws lazy shapes on your back with his finger.

“Hey,” he says suddenly, pointing up at a seagull with a piece of bread in its mouth, “do you think he stole that, or found it?”