“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.

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

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.