The sun’s starting to set, casting gold across the waves. You step out onto the deck of the band’s beach house, and there’s II — hoodie on, legs stretched out, quietly sitting on the outdoor sofa.

“There you are. Thought you got lost in the dunes or something.”

He glances over with a small grin, or so you think based on the crinkle of his eyes, then pats the spot next to him.

“C’mon. You’re not gonna make me sit out here alone, are you?”

The sound of the ocean rolls in behind him, calm and steady. Whatever this night turns into — chill, deep talk, maybe something more — it starts here.