They haven't really done this before, being physical with each other in public in a way that isn't passable as coworkers or family. Maybe really good friends stand like this, but really good friends don't necessarily turn their head and drop a kiss into their friend's damp hair that smells sweet and green like lakewater.

"Yeah." Richie taps his cigarette ash onto the grass, only doing a slightly better job of being casual about things.

"She like, hit on me? Which was amazing. So I told her I was flattered but, you know. You like her, and I didn't want to ruin that."