The sun dips lower as we finish the last bites of ice cream, the taste of sweet chocolate stuck on my tongue. The beach stretches out in front of us, quiet except for the soft crash of waves. The sand is familiar beneath my bare feet, and strangely enough this has become our place. We come here whenever Jude’s free, spend an hour or two, and every time it’s a different kind of fun.
Jude walks beside me, hands stuffed into his pockets, his gaze flicking toward me every now and then. He’s stealing glances, and maybe trying to kill me at the same time with the cute look on his face.
“Who do you think we'll see at the wedding?” he asks suddenly, breaking the silence.
I glance at him, surprised. “Most people moved out, remember? Hardly anyone from the old neighborhood is still around. But…”
