Around them he harsh summer sun beats down, and the cicadas sing, a world blooming to life begging to be enjoyed. That world doesn't matter to her, for all she can think of is how his eyes reflect the rays of sun like they are sparking off the ocean itself, and how wonderful it would be to kiss him. If only she could taste the sweet strawberry ice-cream he had just moments before, if only she could confess her longing for him and hold him close, if only this wasn't a part of her dreams, if only it was real.