We sat at a table in the corner of the bar. I instantly noticed the band-aid perched over Ally's right eyebrow. I shook my head slightly and laughed to myself in honor of the sheer idiocy of their relationship.
The sun was setting over the small coastal town of Seaview, casting a warm orange glow across the beach.
Mia and Daniel sat on a weathered wooden bench, watching the waves crash against the shore.
"You know," Mia sighed, "I always feel so at peace here.
The sound of the ocean, the feel of the sand beneath my feet.