Gemotions

The salty air whipped through Olivia's hair as she stood on the pier, watching the waves crash against the rocks. Across from her, Noah squinted against the sun, his hands in his pockets. A profound sense of contentment settled over her, a gentle hum resonating within her.

"The time we went sailing…?" she began, her voice barely audible above the wind. "When we got completely lost?"

Noah let out a short, surprised laugh. "Lost is an understatement! I recall being very seasick, and you, surprisingly, being remarkably unfazed."

Olivia smiled. "I remember thinking the clouds were beautiful, and the waves were magnificent." She watched the waves, content to stand beside Noah and silently appreciate the beauty.

Noah nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “I guess I remember the weather being alright, too.”