Caroline

He hadn’t planned on staying long. Orientation had been a blur of name tags, icebreakers, and forced smiles, and the idea of a beach bonfire sounded like one more round of awkward small talk. But somehow he ended up there anyway, sitting on a driftwood log with the firelight flickering against the waves and wondering if anyone would notice if he just… left. Then she walked up, sand sticking to her ankles, hair perfectly falling and kissed by the Louisiana sun. Her piercing blue eyes that were intimidating and friendly all at the same time. Then she spoke.