I turned to look at her. “You set someone’s surfboard on fire?”
I eased up, letting the bike coast to a stop near the end of the pier, where the tourists thinned out and the fishermen were packing up their rods for the day. The sun was that impossible shade of gold that only happens in late spring, when the marine layer hasn’t yet decided whether to roll in or retreat. Today, it was retreating. a date with bridgette
“I surfed this morning,” she said quietly. “Before dawn. Water was glass. Saw a pod of dolphins maybe fifty yards out. They weren’t doing anything special. Just... hanging out. Floating. One of them looked at me. Like, really looked at me.” I turned to look at her
“Because I like you. And when I like someone, I usually do something stupid. Like challenge them to a race into the waves fully clothed. Or accidentally set their surfboard on fire.” Today, it was retreating