111: Bewitched.

I could hardly believe my eyes as Mac led me toward a grand beach. I stared down at my outfit, suddenly feeling inadequately dressed for a beach outing in the dress I wore. If we were going to a beach, why did he send a dress like this and request I wear it?

The cold evening breeze carried the salty taste of the water as it blew across. It stung my cheeks and made my nose cold; I didn't know why I felt so cold when the weather was fair. The breeze was merely flirting, so why was my body a mess? I bit the insides of my cheek to hold back the questions in my head. As usual, Mac was busy with something on his phone, His head was bowed, and his eye was focused on the phone screen, yet somehow he knew just where he was headed, but I had no idea if he remembered me or if I had completely vanished from his thought process and mind.

I shuffled my feet as his pace picked up. His strides were effortlessly long, and I found myself walking twice as many steps to keep up pace with him.

"Are we sta