“Hey.” Her voice was rougher than yours, she was rougher than you. Clarisse bends down, placing a hand into your waters, and swirling it around.

You feel the touch like it’s a part of you, like she’s touching a missing limb. You hum in acknowledgment, the sound vibrating in the cool waters, bubbling upward.

Ever since meeting you, Clarisse kept coming back to your waters. And you two eventually found yourselves in some awkward space between friends and something more.

You peak your eyes out of the water, fighting down a smile at the victorious grin she gives. “There you are,” she almost sounds relieved, as if you could ignore her for long.