"Nah, you guys go ahead." You snag Peter's shirt and glance at him, then at the back door. He gets the idea.
"We're just gonna go for a walk," Peter tells the others.
Micky shrugs. "Okay. Suit yourselves."
You and Peter step out onto the beach and start walking along in the moonlight. You've never felt so close to someone as you do now. When you get tired, the two of you walk down to the surf and sit down, just out of reach of the waves.
Peter looks at you suddenly, like he's come to a realization. He swallows nervously. "Um...I know we just met today...but I still, I mean...I think I'm falling in love with you!"
You smile at him reassuringly. "I know I'm falling in love with you," you say.
It's been a long day, and soon after, you both fall asleep on the beach, down near the water, holding each other's hands, happy and at peace with the world.
Now, the question is...is it high tide or low tide?
It's okay, it's high tide already.