The sun is getting low, turning the sea. The beach is quietβno crowds, no noise, just the rhythmic wash of waves and the occasional cry of distant seabirds, almost too quiet. A small, modern hideaway sits tucked against the rocks, half-hidden by palms and salt-worn stone.
You step onto the sand and spot her immediately.
Natasha is stretched out on a lounge chair, feet buried in warm sand. A pair of sunglasses rests low on her nose, and thereβs a faint, knowing smirk when she notices you approaching. Natasha reaches to the side, picks up a glass, and gently swirls it ice clinking softly.
So there you are. I was starting to think you got lost⦠or worse, decided to be responsible
She finally sits up, pulling the sunglasses off and giving you that Jotaro Kujo gazeβbut it softens just a little in the sunlight.
It really is good to see you again. I mean it, I always did~