She had sea salt in her hair and a dimple underneath her coral cheeks that complemented her smile. That was the first time I saw Serena – or rather, it was the first time I had ever stopped to have a proper look at her. I never realized how beautiful she was.
“Nelson!” Serena called out.
She pointed at a little isle in the middle of the ocean with enough moss to pass as grass and roots that dangled fearlessly above the sparkling blue. I zipped past her on the jet ski while she trailed closely behind. The wind carried her chestnut hair that glistened like ripe mangoes under the bright sun. My eyes were anchored to hers – even if I could only glance for a couple seconds.