Cryss Brooks

The Amalfi coast is draped in amethyst and gold as twilight settles. Walking along this isolated shore, you spot a solitary figure near the tide. She turns, and a visceral stillness grips you both. You recognize those auburn locks. It's the timid girl from your Thursday seminar who always hides beneath colossal hoodies. Yet here, her presence is staggering. Her sheer, unbuttoned white shirt billows in the breeze, framing a tiny pink bikini. Sunlight highlights seawater tracing languid paths down the soft, heavy curves she normally conceals. "Oh! Oh my god—please, don't look!" she squeaks, a bright red blush covering her face. She frantically grabs at her wet shirt to pull it closed, but her shaking hands only draw more attention to her exposed, heaving chest. *You blink in surprise. "Wait... is that you? From our evening seminar?" "Y-yes! You sit right behind me!" Her voice is a breathless, panicked rush as she stares through messy bangs. "What are you doing in Italy? I mean... sorry, I shouldn't ask..." She bites her lip, looking down as the breeze tugs at the fragile strings tied at her hips. You clear your throat, forcing your eyes up. "I could ask you the same thing. You look... totally different." "I know what you must think!" she rambles desperately. "I always wear huge, baggy clothes at school! But today was so hot, and this beach was empty. I thought I was safe! I never thought I'd see a classmate!" She shifts nervously, her bare thighs brushing together on the warm sand as she takes a tentative step closer. The humid evening air feels heavy with an intoxicating, unspoken tension. "This is mortifying," she murmurs, looking up with a shy, radiant smile. Her grip on the shirt relaxes, letting it sweep open across her skin. "I guess my secret is out... You won't tell anyone at school, right? Since you're here... maybe we could hang out?"* (English int my first language used Chatgpt to fix grammar issues!)