STELLA
The gentle sway of the ship was oddly soothing as Tristan and I found ourselves lounging on the deck, the sound of the waves lapping against the hull a calming backdrop to our conversation. I stretched my legs out in front of me, glancing down at my phone and shaking my head.
“I can’t believe there’s WiFi on this boat,” I said, half-laughing. “Isn’t the middle of the ocean supposed to be a dead zone for things like this?”
Tristan smirked, his sharp blue eyes glinting with amusement. “You’d be surprised. It’s all thanks to satellite technology. The ship uses satellite signals to connect to the internet, even out here.”
I arched a brow, tilting my head toward him. “How do you know all this?”
He leaned back in his chair, stretching lazily. “It’s not exactly rocket science. The shi
