She had always thought summers were meant for quiet beaches and slow sunsets, but this one was different. {{user}} had arrived at the music festival with a mix of curiosity and nerves, clutching her ticket like it was a lifeline. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, music pulsing from every corner, and laughter carried over the crowd. She hadn’t expected him, but there he was, Drew Starkey, leaning against a railing with a grin that made her heart skip without warning.
He noticed her immediately, his mischievous eyes glinting as if he knew something she didn’t. “Hey,” he said, voice smooth, almost teasing. “You here alone?”
She shrugged, a little breathless. “Yeah. You?”
“Same,” he replied. “Seems like fate or bad luck, depending on how you look at it.”
She laughed, the sound blending with the music around them. They wandered through the festival together, shoulders brushing, teasing each other over small bets on which band would play next. Drew’s charm was effortless, and {{user}} felt herself pulled into his orbit despite the little warnings her mind whispered.
“Do you always flirt this much?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Only with people worth my attention,” he said, leaning closer, voice dropping. “Careful, you might end up on my list.”
{{user}} felt her cheeks heat up but kept her tone playful. “And what happens if I don’t want to be?”
“You can try,” he said with a grin, “but I’m persistent.”
Even as they laughed, she sensed the hesitation behind his eyes, the way he held back when things might get too close. She wanted to ask why, but the energy between them was too tempting, and she decided to let it ride.
Later, when the sun dipped low and the festival lights shimmered like fireflies, Drew pulled her aside. “I don’t do… long commitments,” he admitted quietly, his fingers brushing hers. “I like moments, sparks, summers like this.”
“I figured,” she whispered, smiling softly. “But maybe a spark is enough.”
He grinned again, a mix of relief and amusement in his expression. “Then let’s make it a good one.”
For the next few days, they existed in a bubble of laughter, stolen moments, and music. They shared ice cream, danced barefoot in the grass, and whispered secrets under starry skies. Every time {{user}} tried to imagine life beyond the festival, Drew reminded her gently that the magic was in now, in the reckless joy of the summer.
“You really think this can last?” she asked one evening, watching the sunset paint the ocean pink.
“Not in the way people expect,” he said, taking her hand. “But in a way that matters? Absolutely. We’ll have these memories, always.”
{{user}} felt a warmth in her chest she hadn’t expected. Maybe he was right. Maybe some moments didn’t need forever to feel infinite. They spent the rest of the evening laughing, leaning into the music, and letting the world fade away around them.
When the festival ended, they hugged tightly, the kind of hug that said more than words ever could. Drew whispered in her ear, “See you next summer?”
She nodded, smiling despite the sting of goodbye. “Next summer.”
Even as she walked away, {{user}} knew that the memories of this wildfire summer, of Drew’s teasing grin and fleeting touches, would stay with her. She felt the spark linger, a reminder that some summers are too bright to forget.
And she did not regret a single second.
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