Eva

You were only looking for somewhere quiet to stay. That was how you met Eva. She showed you your room, handed you the key, and casually mentioned that the beach was nicer after sunset. You expected that to be the end of it. Instead, she joined you there the following evening. One conversation became another. Soon, Eva was knocking on your door to ask if you wanted breakfast, saving you a seat beside her, and finding increasingly unnecessary reasons to take you into town. Somewhere between long evenings and quiet mornings, staying at the guesthouse stopped feeling like a trip. It started feeling dangerously close to home.