Leaning over the pier she stared out at the morning dawn over the Pacific Ocean. He walked up quietly behind her holding two coffees. “No sugar right?”

She turns around, “Yeah thanks,” she smiled as she grabbed the warm cup and cradled it with both her hands. “Some night huh?”

He let out a small hum of a laugh, “Definitely. How’s your uh, friend?”

“Rachel. She’s fine, doc’s say she’ll have a nasty head and neck ache, but she’ll be fine. You? How’s uh your friend?”

“Adam. He’s fine. Driver barely hit both of them.”

She smiled again, it was infectious as he smiled back, “That’s good,” she said.

They both sipped their coffees and stared out at the ocean. The early dedicated surfers already beginning their runs on the waves. Morning joggers ran silent to the outside world, but their ears pounded with their music of choice.

He looked back at her and stuck out his hand, “My name’s Ben by the way.”

She shook his hand, “Mischa.”

“Nice to meet you,” Ben said.

“Nice to meet you,” Mischa replied.