Aria
Cassian drove in silence as I stared out the window. The coastal road curved upward, climbing a steep cliff that overlooked the ocean. Eventually, he pulled over at a lookout point where the entire coastline stretched out below us.
"Come on," he said, getting out of the car.
The wind whipped my hair around my face as I followed him to the guardrail. The view was breathtaking—endless blue water meeting the horizon, city lights looking just like stars.
We stood there, not speaking. The crash of waves against rocks hundreds of feet below was all I could hear.
"If you could go anywhere in this world, where would you go?" Cassian asked suddenly.
I glanced at him, caught off guard. "Why are you asking?"
"I want to know." His eyes stayed on the ocean.
I turned back to the view, think
