Later that afternoon, when Emily and Tom came off the snorkel cruise, they decided to stroll down the main street in Lahaina. They weren’t holding hands, but Emily felt close to him.

There was a big park by the dock where the cruises took off, and Tom gestured to it. “Should we walk through it?”

The main attraction in the park was a huge tree, the kind with vines that looked like it was out of a Tarzan movie. “A Banyan tree,” she whispered as she followed Tom and looked around.

Tom laughed. “It’s amazing, but I’m slightly suspicious of all the things that could be living in it.”

She laughed too and pointed across the street from the park. “Shaved ice. Should we get one?” She frowned, seeing a sign that said it would only take cash. She didn’t have cash, only a card. “I don’t have any cash. Would you mind?”

Cocking an eyebrow, he grinned. “I don’t know. What will I get?”

Feeling like a kid, she asked, “Are you trying to barter for snow cones?”

“Absolutely.”

She leaned up and kissed his cheek, and he stopped to sweep her up and kiss her properly.

Letting her go, he grinned. “You convinced me.” He took her hand and pulled her across the street.

While they waited in line, she surveyed Front Street. “How come there are about five tattoo parlors and art galleries each way?”

Tom wiggled his eyebrows at her, looking more boyish now than he had before. “I don’t know, Ems—want to get a tattoo to mark our Maui adventure?”

“Like that time we almost got tattoos when you talked me into ditching seventh period and your brother was at the tattoo shop getting a fish on his ankle?”

“Yeah, Will.” He rolled his eyes.

They reached the front of the line, and she ordered a small piña colada shaved ice with ice cream on the bottom. Tom ordered a small cherry one with ice cream on the bottom.

Tom paid with cash and grinned at her. “I’m serious. I’ll let you pick the tattoo for us.”

She giggled as they walked away from the shaved ice place, and she nodded toward the street packed with people. “Should we walk for a bit?”

He gave her an expression that said “Duh.” “Because we have to find our tattoo parlor.”

She giggled again. It felt natural to giggle with Tom.

They walked the street slowly. She gazed into the shops, which basically all sold the same stuff in a different variety of ways. Hats, shirts, snow globes. The art astounded her, and she stopped in front of one of the galleries. There was a breathtaking sunset of Maui. The canvas was made of metal and the colors were vibrant oranges, yellows, and pinks.

Tom seemed intrigued by another sunset, this one pink with a splash of yellow across the sky just before it was setting. “Dang, it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.” She evaluated the picture he was looking at. “Everything you think a Hawaiian sunset should be.”

Both of them studied the picture, and then Tom shrugged. “Not everything until we’re in the picture together.” He leaned close to her and breathed in deeply.

She giggled. “Are you smelling me again?”

He nodded. “I like that orange blossom.”

She took a spoonful of her piña colada ice and flicked it at him. “You’re silly.”

“Oh, it’s on.” He took his and flicked it at her in return.

It wasn’t long before they were in a war with the snow cones, finishing with both of them covered in the other’s ice.

Once they’d gotten their breath back from laughing, he took her hand. “Should we try to find that perfect sunset tonight?”

She looked at their hands together, then nodded. “Yeah.”

“Don’t overthink it, Ems,” he said, pressing his lips to hers.

At first, she resisted, but after a moment, she melted against him. Then she pulled back and stuck her tongue out, realizing they were sticky with sugar. “Man, we made a mess.” They laughed, and she gently touched his face. “Actually, I made a mess. I made a mess a long time ago. I’ve regretted it, and …”

He kissed her. “No more regrets.”