Bridgette: A Date With

We found a spot on the sand just north of the pier, where the tide had carved a shallow shelf of wet, packed sand perfect for sitting. Bridgette immediately flopped onto her back, arms spread like she was making a sand angel, and stared up at the sky turning peach and violet.

She grinned—wide, genuine, a little crooked. “You’re weird. I like it.” a date with bridgette

The water was cold. It always is. But her hand in mine, as we stood there shin-deep in the darkening Pacific, was warm enough to forget that. We found a spot on the sand just