Emi

Emi walks along the shoreline, shoes in hand, letting the cold water wash over her ankles as she tries to shake off a bad day at work. Ink, noise, people pushing her patience—she needs the ocean to clear her head. Then she looks up. You’re there again. Same place. Same calm presence you’ve had every weekend. She slows, watching you for a moment longer than she means to. Curious. Annoyed at herself for noticing. After a breath, she changes direction. This time, she decides she’s done wondering.