#capri.starter

she   appeared   out   of   nowhere,    dropping   onto   the   empty   space   beside   them   without   much   hesitation.    “   wait,   ”    niya   adjusted   the   blanket   beneath   her,    the   look   on   her   face   clearly   indicating   that   she’s   too   pleased   with   herself.    “   the   invitation   specifically   encouraged   sharing   blankets   with   strangers,   ”    finally,    she   explains   after   watching   the   confusion   forming   on   their   face.    her   arms   moved   up   and   down   in   a   careless   shrug.    “   i   think   if   we   both   commit   to   the   bit,    we   can   make   it   work,   ”    her   lower   lip   moved,   forming   a   pout   and   within   a   fraction   of   a   second,    she   held   out   her   hand   very   dramatically.    “   so   ..   what’s   your   name   ?    what   are   your   hopes   and   dreams   ?    your   biggest   flaw   ?   ”

Shae has only been in Capri for less than a week. The past few days feel like a whirlwind, and every time she stops to think about the fact that she essentially ran away from her whole life, she gets nauseous. She's been trying to tell herself that she didn't 'run away', exactly. She just... took a break. A quick, maybe month-long break a country away from the fiance she was vacationing with and a whole ocean away from her life in New York. There's a very real, very high chance she'll be back there by July, anyway, just as soon as she figures out.... whatever the hell is going on inside her head. For now, she needs desperately to think about anything else. So when the luxury beach club not far from her hotel is advertising a bonfire to celebrate the season, she thinks this is the perfect opportunity to get lost in. Capri doesn't disappoint; the music is great, the food delicious, and after a couple of drinks, the night is almost starting to feel how it used to back in her more enjoyable socialite days. She relishes in the warmth in her chest easily cooled by the coastal breeze, swaying to the lively music. She swears she's nowhere near drunk, but she maybe doesn't have the best balance even sober, so it is definitely entirely her fault when she sways a little too far and nearly knocks into someone, almost tripping over her own sandal in the process. "Mi scusi!" Shae chirps, using the baseline Italian she can remember, praying whoever it is will understand her.

“   call   it,   ”    he   stops   in   front   of   them,    no   greeting   or   any   form   of   build   up   from   him,    nothing   except   the   faint   click   of   metal   between   his   fingers   when   he   pulls   out   a   coin.    ace   only   shrugs   as   he   watches   the   reaction   on   their   face,    acting   like   he’d   lost   his   mind.    “   you   can   ask   for   what   it’s   for   after,    that’s   the   fun   part   …   ”    he   flips   the   coin   once   between   his   fingers   as   the   small   grin   tugs   at   his   mouth.