The sun was beginning to descend, tinting the horizon with orange and golden hues that reflected on the surface of the sea. The waves broke softly, dragging foam and salt, while the warm evening air enveloped the coast with that unmistakable aroma of summer and freedom. The breeze played with the girls' damp locks of hair, bringing with it the distant echo of a guitar and the murmur of conversations coming from the boardwalk.
It had been a week since that night at the kiosk... and the guys hadn't shown up again. No messages, no signs. Nothing. It was as if the earth had swallowed them up.
