I thought I was being slick.

We were just hanging out at the beach, waiting for our parents to finish packing up the car. My little sister, Talise, wanted to take a “just us” photo before we left. I wasn’t really in the mood—my brain was racing for other reasons—but I smiled anyway and wrapped my arms around her like always.

What she didn’t know was that five minutes earlier, I’d hidden a tiny velvet box inside my drawstring bag.

It wasn’t for her, obviously. It was for Nova. She and I had been talking about promise rings and “what comes next” kind of stuff. Nothing official, nothing crazy. I just wanted to surprise her on our last day of summer, before school started again and things got complicated.

But as Talise sat on my lap and we took the photo, she started fidgeting with my wrist. Just messing around, tugging my sleeve, poking at my hand like she always does.

Then she said, “Why do you look nervous? You only look like that when you’re hiding something.”

I laughed, but my stomach tightened.

She’s always had a sixth sense about people’s moods. Not in a creepy psychic way—just in that little sibling, always-watching kind of way.

“I’m not nervous,” I said, trying to look at the camera. “I’m just… tired.”

She squinted at me, then leaned back and said loudly, “MOM! Ezra’s hiding something! Look at his face!”

And just like that, my mom turned from the trunk of the car, squinting toward us like we’d just told her a fox had run off with our cooler.

Talise giggled and hopped off my lap, skipping through the sand like she’d just solved a mystery. I reached into my bag to check if the box was still there. It was. Tucked in the same little towel corner I’d wedged it in earlier.

I sighed and slung the bag over my shoulder. We all headed back to the car, wet sand stuck to our ankles, salt in our hair, and that familiar buzz of sunburn on our shoulders. Nova was meeting us back in town later, and I had it all planned—sunset at the pier, ice cream in hand, and me offering her the ring just before the lights came on.

That was the plan.

The drive home was filled with Talise asking one hundred questions about whether we could get a dog this year or if we could move to the beach full-time. My parents were too distracted by traffic to realize anything was up. Good. That gave me time to rehearse the words in my head.

But later that evening, as we parked by the pier and I got out of the car, something felt… off.

I walked toward the benches near the boardwalk, eyes scanning for Nova. She wasn’t there yet, which was fine—I was early. I checked my bag again. Still there. Still safe.

And then, out of nowhere, Talise popped up beside me with that wide grin of hers. “You didn’t think I’d stay home, did you?”

I blinked. “What are you doing here?”

“Mom said I could come with you for ice cream. I begged her.”

“Talise, this is supposed to be—”

“I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Nova date night or whatever. I’ll stay out of the way, promise.”

She sat down next to me and pulled out her phone, legs swinging over the edge of the wooden bench. I sighed, rubbing my face. I could tell she meant well, but this was not how I imagined things going down.

And then Nova arrived, glowing like always in that sun-faded hoodie she always wore after beach days. She smiled, waved, then paused when she saw Talise.

“Oh! Hey!” she said, clearly trying to be polite but confused.

“Sorry,” I said, standing. “Last-minute tagalong. She won’t stay long.”

“I’ll just get ice cream and wander,” Talise said, holding up a ten-dollar bill like it gave her a license to roam.

Nova laughed and nodded, and we let her go. The second she was out of earshot, I turned to Nova. “So, this wasn’t exactly how I planned tonight…”

Nova raised an eyebrow, amused. “Planned?”

“I mean—not in a weird way. I just thought we could hang out, talk, and maybe…” I reached into my bag. I felt for the box. And my fingers touched—nothing.

I froze.

I patted deeper, pushing aside the towel, the sunscreen, the book I never read. Empty.

My heart dropped into my stomach. “Wait… wait, what…”

Nova tilted her head. “You okay?”

I didn’t answer. I emptied the bag onto the bench. It was gone. Completely gone. My brain raced. No one else had touched the bag. Except—

“Talise,” I whispered.

Nova’s eyes widened. “She took something?”

“I think—” I ran my hands through my hair, trying not to panic. “I think she saw it. Earlier. When she was messing with my wrist, she must’ve seen the box. Or felt it. Maybe she took it to be funny or—”

“Or she thought it was for her?” Nova said gently.

My stomach twisted again. “No… I mean, maybe. She’s a kid. Maybe she thought it was a late birthday gift.”

Nova touched my arm. “Let’s find her. We’ll figure it out.”

We found her sitting on a bench further down the boardwalk, happily licking a vanilla cone, legs crossed like she owned the place. She looked up and grinned.

“Hey guys! I saw a dog that looked like a toasted marshmallow!”

I crouched in front of her. “Talise. Be honest with me, okay? Did you take anything out of my bag?”

She blinked. “What? No. Why would I—”

Then her eyes narrowed a little. “Wait. That little box?”

My heart sank. “Yes. That box. Where is it?”

She bit her lip. “I saw it when I went into your bag for sunscreen. I thought maybe it was a gift. I didn’t open it, I swear! But then I thought… what if you were hiding it because it was something bad?”

Nova covered her mouth to stop from laughing.

I was not laughing.

“Where is it now?” I asked again.

“I put it in the glove compartment. I swear. I didn’t take it to be mean! I just didn’t want it to fall out or get wet.”

I closed my eyes. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave.

“Okay,” I said, trying not to sound as panicked as I had been. “Okay, that’s fine. That’s great.”

Nova stepped forward and smiled. “She was just trying to help, Ezra.”

“Yeah,” Talise said, licking her cone again. “Also, I kind of figured it was for Nova.”

I paused. “Wait. What?”

“I mean,” she shrugged, “You only get that weird look when you’re about to do something big. And Nova’s the only person you’d get that weird for.”

Nova chuckled, and I sat down on the bench next to my sister.

“Okay, psychic child,” I said. “You win.”

“Can I be there when you give it to her?” Talise asked, wide-eyed.

I looked at Nova. She looked at me. Then she laughed and said, “Sure, why not? It’s not like this night is going according to plan anyway.”

So we all walked back to the car.

It was dark by the time we got there. My dad was sitting in the front seat, listening to baseball on the radio. He glanced back, confused.

“Forget something?”

“Just grabbing something from the glove box,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

I opened it, and sure enough, there it was. My little black velvet box, slightly smudged with sunscreen, but otherwise perfect.

I stepped out into the night and stood by the hood of the car.

Nova was waiting.

Talise stood a few feet behind us, holding her cone like it was a glass of wine at a fancy party.

I took a deep breath and turned to Nova.

“I didn’t want this to be a big thing,” I started. “But you know how I get. I overthink everything.”

She nodded. “You do.”

“And I didn’t want this summer to end without saying something real. I love what we have. I love the way you laugh when you’re sunburned and can’t move your face. I love that you sing to songs you hate because you don’t like awkward silences. I love that you always share your fries even though you say you don’t want to.”

Nova smiled. Her eyes were shining a little.

“So,” I said, pulling out the box. “This isn’t a proposal. This is me saying I’m in. For the next chapter. Whatever it is. This is a promise ring. And it’s for you.”

She opened the box and stared at the tiny silver band inside. It wasn’t fancy. Just something simple, with a little wave etched into it—something that reminded us of the ocean and this summer and all the weird, beautiful chaos that came with it.

She slipped it on and looked at me. “It’s perfect.”

Talise clapped behind us. “Finally! That was so stressful to watch.”

We all laughed.

The rest of the night, we just sat by the car, eating what was left of Talise’s cone, watching the stars come out one by one. It wasn’t the plan. But it felt better than any plan I’d made.

Later that week, I printed out the photo Talise took of us at the beach—just before she ruined the surprise. I framed it and put it on my desk.

She didn’t know it at the time, but that moment—her messing with my wrist, calling me out in her goofy way—ended up making everything better.

If things had gone perfectly, I might have missed what really mattered.

Sometimes the unexpected is where the real memories hide.

Sometimes your little sister, without even trying, reminds you to stop overplanning and just show up—with your heart open, even if your secret gets a little bit exposed.

And maybe the best kind of love isn’t wrapped in velvet or saved for sunsets.

Maybe it’s tangled in laughter, melted ice cream, and moments you didn’t see coming.

So yeah. She ruined the secret. But she gave me something better in return.

She gave me a memory.

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