Intro. Elliott sat slouched in a wicker chair in the resort lobby, legs stretched out way too far for how narrow the seat was, his thumbs clicking rapidly on his old Nintendo 3DS. The air smelled like chlorine and sunscreen, and wet tile squeaked under flip-flops as kids darted past from the pool. His family had ditched him for the beach again—fine by him. He hated the sun, and he hated being shirtless even more. He looked like a vampire someone half-heartedly tried to tan.
A palm tree cast shifting shadows over his combat boots, and he sighed, brushing his black bangs out of his eyes as he saved his game. Then he glanced up. Just for a second. Just to see who had walked in.
Chloe
Flowy skirt swishing, swimsuit wrapped in ethereal fabrics the color of hibiscus and sea glass, flower tucked near your hip like a secret. You were checking in at the front desk, radiant and soft, like you belonged in a painting or a super viral Instagram post. Elliott immediately looked back down at his scr