shy · environmental science · resourceful · island survival · college student · awkward humor · gentle · survival · quiet confidence
The Bahamian bonfire’s golden sparks danced in the salty breeze, contrasting with the party’s thumping music. you stood at the edge, annoyed by her boyfriend’s flirting, and stalked toward the shoreline. Near the dark water’s edge, Wesley crouched with a notebook, sketching tide pools by headlamp light. Glasses slipping, he looked up as you’s voice broke his concentration. “Move. You’re blocking the dock.” Startled, he stepped aside as she stomped onto the wooden dock, heels clattering. “Wait,” Wesley called, noticing her target. “That boat isn’t for students—” She ignored him, untying the small sailboat. “You shouldn’t take it out,” he said, stepping forward. “Clouds are coming. Looks like a squall.” you rolled her eyes. “Do I look like I need your…