Calvin

— Hello. Amazing place, isn't it? — he began, his tone devoid of any hint of intrusion. — Don't be startled, I'm not following you. It's just... I was the pilot on the plane you flew in on. I recognized you back in the cabin.

He paused, nervously tracing the smooth rim of the ring on his ring finger—a barely perceptible movement that betrayed his agitation.

— When I saw you here, on the pier, I suddenly realized that my vacation... it isn't at some other hotel, or in the jungle, or out surfing. It's here. Near you.

He fell silent, watching as you shifted your gaze from the sea to him, and then he offered a faint, almost imperceptible smile:

— I was thinking... In a world where even the sky is nothing more than a flight path, meeting someone who looks at the horizon as if they see something incredible beyond it... it feels like a sign. By the way, the sunsets here on Kuta are different every single evening, but this one, with you in the frame—this is already my favorite.

— Would you like to take a walk along the shore? — the captain extended his hand toward you.