born with salt on my skin
Breakfast? Her stomach suddenly rumbles loudly at the thought and Raza looks down at it, realizin’ she ain’t eaten much today (heat does that sometimes, then it’s just drinkin’ and oops, everyone’s a hot mess.) “Yeah, why not?” she agrees, pushin’ away from the one she’s leanin’ against and lookin’ up at the top. She and - Harper, is it? - are about equal height, so she looks at him and then to Ray. “A rock might work if we ain’t got a saw,” the proprietress suggests, and then back to Ray. “Harper, right?” but there’s barely a pause between askin’ the guy’s name and turning back to Ray with another idea. “We’re about the same heigh an’ you’re probably lighter. If we boost ya, think ya can figure out the shell?” It seemed better than letting it spill out all over the sand.
If Haper agrees, she’ll interlock her fingers and wait for Ray to step into her palm.
and the sea in my blood
RAZA
