Freckles emerge, the sun coaxing them out of a dormant slumber.
Lips crack, the dehydration and nervous lip biting tearing the soft tissue.
Heart beats, the sight of him melting her like a popsicle at high noon.
Legs swish, the bath-like water of the public pool moving like silk as she nervously kicks.
Palms flat, the ground reflecting the warmth that can be found in her cheeks as he swims a lap.
Eyes squint, the sunglasses creating a mirage that he is wading towards her.
But then he is there.
But then he is there. And she is there.