Serene.

The warmth of your hand on her shoulder, barely there. A slight turn of the head. The subtle shift in light as a single diamond catches on the curve of her neck. Almost imperceptible – until now. Her lips, slightly parted, trace the edge of one too close to the water's surface. A shiver, not from cold, but from you. A smile blooms, slow and sweet, as if surprised it’s there at all.