LAST SUMMER NIGHT

Calisa had never believed in love at first sight until that one summer night when she met him. It was at a beach bonfire, the air thick with the scent of salt and bonfire smoke. She noticed him immediately-tall, with tousled hair and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

Their eyes locked across the flickering flames, and something shifted inside her. They exchanged shy hellos, their voices drowned out by the crashing waves. He was funny, effortlessly charming, and she found herself hanging on to his every word. They talked for hours, about everything and nothing under the stars.

As the night wore on, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was different. He was different. His laughter echoed in her mind long after they parted ways. She replayed their conversations, dissecting every word and gesture, trying to decipher if he felt the same way.

Days turned into weeks, but Calisa couldn't stop thinking about him. His smile haunted her dreams, and she found herself wandering back to that beach, hoping to catch another glimpse of him. She was falling, and she didn't know if he even knew.

Summer faded into fall, but Calisa's memories of that night remained vivid. She wondered if their paths would cross again, if fate would give them another chance. Until then, she held on to the warmth of his smile and the hope that maybe, just maybe, their story wasn't over yet.