Matthew and Sutton sat at a picnic table behind the diner, staring out over the ocean. It was an awful murky brown color, but somehow it was still a beautiful sight. He could feel Sutton bouncing her leg as she usually did when she sat. He wondered how he had ever lived without knowing someone as complex and wonderful as she was, and thought that maybe it was possible he hadn’t been living.
Well, of course he had been, but he wasn’t living for or with someone. He was alone quite often now that his parents had died. He didn’t mind it much, really. He was able to hang out with his friends all the time, work enough to afford an okay apartment, and to take time to figure out what he was going to do with the rest of his life. But right now all that mattered was the sun in the sky and her next to him.
"Are you okay?" Sutton asked.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I am," Matthew shook his head of the thoughts and smiled down at her. She was incredibly shorter than him, even with heels on. "Are you?"
"Quite," she said simply, turning her attention back to the waters.
"Sutton," Matthew said suddenly, "how do you feel about last night?"
"How do I feel about it?" Sutton furrowed her brows in thought. "I feel like it was an enjoyable way to spend the night. Not just for the obvious reasons, but because you were there. I enjoy your company very much."
"Oh," Matthew nodded. He wasn’t sure what to say next.
"Are you trying to ask me how I feel about you?" Sutton asked. "Because you said it last night—you like me a lot, and you said you knew the feeling was mutual, which it is."
Matthew nodded again, still unsure of what he could possibly say.