Sunset Beach on the grass near the Sylvia, Monday night around 10PM. You were sitting with a male friend, helping him create a dating profile on his phone. I was on duty; you were thrilled to chat with me at length about your life in Kyiv, Miami, Switzerland, and now here. You snowboard but don't surf; you work for a major accounting firm. When I had to leave you (reluctantly) you gave me a huge hug and blew me kisses. Let's make those real kisses.