It was a happy day. It was supposed to be a happy day. The entire drive, he kept drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, to a tune that didn’t exist. When we got there, he was insistent on carrying everything in one trip, even my stuff. I told him he didn’t have to, I could do it myself, but he simply said no no it's no big deal. So I tread behind him, giggling at the scene before me, whilst picking up little pieces that he dropped along the way. “There!” He let out a proud sigh after setting everything on the sand. “All set.” “All set.” He watched me place the remaining items next to his. “Noo. The whole point was that you didn’t have to do that.” I shrugged. “But now we’re all set.” “You don’t have to take care of me. I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself.” Liar. “I could say the same thing to you.” He clearly looked defeated but he seemed to know me well enough by now to let it alone. Instead he joined me on the blanket, knees pulled to chest, waiting for me to say something. “Sooooo, what you wanna do?” I turned to him appalled. “Excuse me? What do I wanna do? It was your choice to go to the beach.” “Okay, yeah, but this day is meant for you.” "If it was my day, why did you choose to go to the beach?" “I don’t know. It's a way to relax. Thought you might-” “You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go to the beach.” “Did you, did you wanna go to the beach? Do you wanna go to the beach?” I scoffed. “Not really.” “Oh.” “Yeah.” And the silence came back. It was hard being with someone who never gave any piece of themselves away. Everything was surface level and nothing past that. It made me feel big, in a way, but a bad one. I let out a sigh, as I had to carry the conversation, yet again. “Do you want to go to the water?”
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