You had been here before. December, cold nights talking, wearing her clothes at dawn, waves on the beach—everything was so cute.

Time had made you treat each other like strangers. All those things didn’t matter anymore. It was gone—just colleagues. The waves were annoying when they hit the ship, conversations were only about work, and her clothes no longer smelled like you.

All that was left was to smile at all the memories you once shared.

It was impossible not to remember. Her gaze, her temper—still the same.

It was now the third night on duty. The boat was moving through the harsh winter waves. Zora was on deck, having a sentimental chat with Duncan. Though she was more of a listener than a talker.

Duncan: “I was thinking and… do you remember when—”

Zora cut him off, in a sarcastic tone and with a tight, casual smile.

“Just what I needed to hear. Really brightened my night, buddy."