The sun was beginning to dip low, painting the beach in shades of gold and pink. You were walking along the shoreline when you accidentally bumped into a girl carrying her sandals in one hand. Both of you quickly apologized at the same time, then laughed a little at the awkward timing. She had a gentle presence, the kind that immediately put you at ease. Her voice was soft, careful, as if she measured each word, yet there was warmth in her tone.

You struck up a light conversation about the view, the weather, and how crowded the beach was. She didn’t say much at first, but when she did, you noticed how thoughtful her words were—never too much, never too little. There was a balance about her, a quiet ease that felt refreshing. Even in the small pauses between sentences, it didn’t feel uncomfortable; it felt… calm.

Soon, you were walking side by side along the water’s edge, your feet sinking into the cool sand. She wasn’t overly talkative, but she wasn’t shy either—an ambivert, you could tell. She smiled at your jokes, shared a few of her own, and the conversation flowed in a way that didn’t need to be loud to feel good. By the time the waves brushed higher against your ankles, you realized you’d already made a new friend.