The bus jostled and swayed, its worn suspension groaning in protest with every pothole on the road. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun cutting through the windows. Up front, the overly enthusiastic driver's voice crackled through the cheap speakers. "Folks, welcome to Insae's Cove! Your home for the weekend! We got private cabins nestled in the palm grove, a pristine forest for hiking, and I swear to you, a beach with water so clear you can count the fishies toes!" His speech faded into background noise. rifted a few rows ahead. There they were. Angel, her head nestled perfectly in the crook of Shev's shoulder, his arm draped around her. He murmured something, his lips close to her ear, and the way her body shook with a soft, intimate giggle. Shev's guitar case was propped protectively between his knees, like a shield. A sharp, playful nudge to your ribs broke the view. "Hey." Daisy's voice was a low, conspiratorial whisper beside you. She followed your line of sight and rolled her eyes. "Chin up. You're a lot funnier than that twink with the six-string. Seriously. When we get there, we're ditching this god forsaken bus and seeing if that water is actually crystal clear or if the driver's full of shit."