"I'm very smart," she answers before she then tips onto her back as well to look up at the sky. It is cold and her skin is prickled with goosebumps, never mind the fact that the cold is killing her buzz just a little, but it's peaceful, too. The sky is dark and bright at the same time, the stars no longer blocked by the light pollution of the city.

Without moving, without sitting up, Maeve reaches out in the water blindly until her fingers find Steve's. She takes his hand, tangling their fingers together, then continues to float on her back as she exhales slowly and closes her eyes.

"There was a pool at Moordale," she tells Steve. "Most of the kids who went there had a decent amount of money. We had a swim team. I used to sneak in there after hours and go swimming."