She stares across the lake but not at it; considers pathless, uncharted infinity. Her cup sweats in the humid morning air, drops falling unnoticed to the weathered wood.

“You got anything lined up?” he repeats.

She blinks, twice. “Nah. Guess I’ll just crash at my parents and send out resumes.” He nods. “What about you, you got anything?”

“Yeah, I’m starting at a consulting firm in August. Boot camp, then travel. Y’know.” His shrug barely conceals his pride.

“Yeah.” Her hand is cold, despite the morning’s warmth. She is surprised to see her cup in it, and sips. It’s something to do.

He glances at his watch, shifts his weight from side to side, already gone, even before he performs the ending rituals: the side hug and the quick promise to catch up later. She watches him continue his jog. The right side of his body glistens as the low sun catches the sweat on his skin, diamonds laid on jeweler’s velvet.

She looks across the lake again, and past it, her future laid out before her in muted blues and grays.