She sat on the balcony, her feet dipped in the pool, as her gaze locked on the ocean where the skies turned into shades of red as the sun sets on the abbys. Everything- the sound of the waves, and the smell of salt on the wind. It all felt heavenly and familiar and yet she couldn't put a finger on it.
"What are you up to?" He asked, taking a spot aside her as she turned to look at him and receive the box of pizza he'd just ordered.
"Nothing, it's just.. do you know if i liked the beaches?"
He lift his brow as he looked at her. Somehow, he felt that It's a pure question, not a retorical- statement like question that people usually use to inform other of theirselves.
"Yeah," he answered and shrugged. "We did once plan to leave for a beach vacation, before you're caught up with classe
