all that jazz
theme 04: walk beside me
Their hands fit perfectly in hers. Odd, how Elena had never noticed it before.
Like a child, she led them on, feeling the sand beneath her feet, the wind through her hair, and the glow of the sleeping sun bask on her skin.
"We're nearly there."
Rude, on her left, tilted his head, slightly incredulous. She'd been saying that for the past ten minutes.
"… and how, sweet cheeks, do you know that?" Reno arched an eyebrow, on her left, never once letting go of her hand.
"Because." Elena flashed them both a smile. "I found the ultra deluxe cake shop, the best in all of Costa Del Sol, and it's standing right in front of us."
The sea may have washed away their footprints, but the memories of laughter and sun kissed hands still remained.