He runs his thumb over the stone, the tiny grains of sand falling to the ground.

He smiles smugly at her.

"Skip the fucking rock so I can beat you," she snaps impatiently.

He shakes his head, if only to tick her off even more.

"Jackson!"

"Kay. Fine. Whatever." Eight skips. Dominates her measly five.

"I hate you."

"You didn't honestly think you'd beat me, did you?"

She looks off toward the horizon where the sunset shimmers on the water.

"Maybe."

As it disappears, they kiss with their feet in the sand. And all around them, the waves reverberate.

~Fin~