Girlfriend
They cruised along the lake, the sun casting golden halos on the water. The boat cut smooth lines across the surface, music floating in the background, laughter bubbling from every direction.
Rhea sat among a group of her female colleagues, wind tugging at her hair as she leaned into the breeze. Someone handed out chips. Someone else pointed at a heron swooping low over the lake. Everyone seemed to glow a little in the morning light.
Lucian, meanwhile, was across the boat, unwillingly drawn into a heated argument between Kian and James over the optimal trail mix ratio.
“It’s 60% nuts, 20% raisins, 20% chocolate,” Kian insisted.
“No one likes that much raisin,” James countered. “That's just sad fruit.”
Rhea laughed, half-listening, fully present.
But every so often, she gl
