And then it's almost time for you to head off to Camp Cedarcrest.
As the sun sets over the ocean, you and Carla lie back on the hood of your car, watching the shifting, darkening colors of the sky and the glitter of light on water.
It's two nights before you leave, and you're spending it with Carla.
Carla isn't exactly into romantic sunsets, but she isn't exactly into making plans, either; the two of you just started hanging out at Witches' Bay, and the conversation went on long enough that the sun started setting. (Plus, for some of that time, you were inside the car, and you were doing some stuff besides talking.)
"One more week and then I start that job," Carla groans. She's picked up a retail job in one of the countless stores catering to tourists, and hopes that it's going to last into the fall. She isn't going to college, at least not yet. Even if she didn't have low grades and a sketchy disciplinary record, her family wouldn't be able to afford it.
"Come into the shop, willya, after you come back from Camp Pines and Ponies? Or whatever it's called," she adds, shooting you a crooked grin. She flicks a finger, and a small flame springs up at the end for her to light another cigarette. "Make some of the rich old people buy some stupid magnets and postcards? Do something that'll make it not so freakin' boring?"