***Serena***
With James' help I unravel the sail. The process delightfully reminding me of the first time we went sailing together. I catch his eye and he smiles.
"How things have changed since the first time we did this together," he remarks, clearly on the same train of thought. I nod.
"Indeed they have."
"To think I was worried that you were not strong enough to hold the sail that day...," he says with a short laugh, jumping down onto the deck and heading to the mooring line at the back.
"Well, no one needs to hold it this time. On this boat, we can steer together," I inform him as I start turning on all the electronics and engaging the motor that we need to take us out of the marina.
"Wonderful, because I have a lot of questions, and we have a lot to talk about," he replies with
