who: @morgcnreyes​ when: evening. where: private beach.
Luca was relatively accustomed to having Morgan around, though it was rare they found themselves without the company of their mutual friends. Still, there was so much they didn’t know about her, besides his best friend being smitten with her. Luca could see traces of Rich in Morgan, a softness and a kindness they somehow mastered that Luca was certain he was incapable of. It was obvious Rich loved her, and it was only in Luca’s nature to grow curious about the details his friend refused to share. Their group of friends slowly dwindled as the night continued, and then they had asked if she’d ever smoked a Backwood. Luca laid flat on his beach towel, the blunt at his lips as they focused on the stars above them. They passed the blunt to Morgan, their elbow barely grazing hers. “What does happiness look like to you?” Luca inquired in an almost teasing tone. His eyes fell on her, debating how honest her answer would be. “Would you consider yourself happy?” he asked, his tone more serious than before.
