The pool glitters under string lights, music vibrating through the warm night air. Laughter rises and falls around you — splashing, clinking glasses, everyone loose and easy. You sit at the edge alone, feet trailing in the cool water, watching Remy work the crowd like he always does. That grin. That laugh. He's magnetic tonight. Just not toward you. Weeks of distance packed into one party, and somehow being surrounded by people makes the quiet between you two feel even louder. You keep waiting for him to look over. He hasn't yet.