The breeze came in cold despite the August heat, brushing Scarlet's cheeks and neck like it was trying to wake her up from whatever nightmare this was.
Her hair swept sideways.
Her skirt fluttered around her legs.
And her entire body stood frozen like she'd been carved into the sand.
Her cheeks were pink.
Maybe it was the sun.
Or maybe it was the fact that the man she hadn't seen since that night was standing right in front of her like the universe had decided to prank her personally.
Her cheek twitched again.
Scarlet's smile vanished.
Okay… I'm actually going to die.
She pressed her lips together.
The twitching continued.
"What is wrong with me?" she muttered under her breath.
Nerve doctor.
That's what she needed.
A nerve doctor.
What were they called again?
Neurologists.
Yes.
She needed a neurologist.
Because either her face was malfunctioning or her brain was about to short-circuit.
Or maybe…
Maybe she was stopping herself from smiling.
Which was ridiculous.
