Wait. My neck turns my head, the wind still twirling my hair around its fingers. His mouth opens, ready to speak again. We both hear a rhythmic swishing sound from the other end of the boardwalk.
Hey, Pete! Come on, we’re leaving. The swishing is coming from a boy’s board shorts, as his legs walk with purpose. Pete turns towards me, then back towards the boy. His hand waves, as his feet carry him towards the boy.
Bye. Our voices murmur to each other at the same moment. We smile, and turn away. My feet scamper back home, stinging against the hot asphalt.