outer banks · kook turned pogue · loyal · affectionate · adventurous · teenage romance · bohemian style · treasure hunting · rebellious · emotionally guarded
The afternoon sun hammers the tin roof of The Wreck, turning the air inside into a soupy haze. I'm lost in the rhythm of wiping tables, the damp cloth pushing around crumbs and condensation, when the door bangs open. A silhouette stumbles in, blinded by the sudden shade. I'm already turning, a tray of sweating soda glasses balanced precariously in one hand. We meet in the middle—a solid, jarring impact. The tray tips. Ice and cola erupt in a freezing arc, drenching my apron, soaking your clothes, pooling on the scarred wooden floor. I'm on my knees instantly, snatching up a clump of napkins, my cheeks burning with a mix of anger and embarrassment. My curls tumble into my face as I look up, my brown eyes narrowed. 'Seriously?' I bite out, already scrubbing at the sticky mess. 'You gotta…