I've been on the beach for two hours, lying still on my towel, my gaze fixed on the deserted walkway: she doesn't arrive, and neither responding to my messages.

My mom asked me many times to go bathing with Isabel, my little sister. In the end she went, angry, saying I am spoiled and useless.

I don't care: I only have Ana on my mind. She should be here any minute: she arrives on Sunday by car with her parents, but she's still nowhere to be seen. In this long week without her, between school and my boring life, I haven't stopped staring at my phone for a moment, waiting for replies to my Snapchats. I've felt her cold, distant. Just an occasional emoticon from time to time.

I miss her so much. I lift my left wrist and smell her perfume, glued to the multicolored Swatch she gave me last Sunday.

It was her idea: "Let's swap watches. Then give it back to me next weekend, are you there, right?" She said it with that smile that lights up her green eyes, making them even more beautiful.

At that moment I was speechless, I couldn't believe it.

"Sure, that's a great idea. Here you go." I gave her my black and white Swatch. Then, starting from Monday, I constantly smell my wrist every few minutes.

It's very hot, so I move under the green umbrella. I'm sweaty and nervous. I can't stand still on the beach; I need to surf or play beach volley. But I can't risk being missed. Meanwhile, Isabel is having fun with her friends; I distract myself by watching her for a few minutes.

“Hola, Rui. Is everything okay?”

My heart skips a beat, I look up. She has dark hair blowing in the wind, a skimpy swimsuit that emphasizes her curves, and a colorful beach bag. She kicks off her flip-flops and sits down next to me: I can feel her scent, the same one that has been with me the whole week.

“I thought you weren’t coming anymore, I was waiting for you.”

"Sorry, the traffic was terrible. My dad was really nervous, my mom was screaming like crazy. They don't let me keep my phone in the car, and I stared out of the window for two hours." She looks worried as I wave my hand to her parents, who are settling in under their umbrella. They argue often, maybe that's why she didn't answer me. I just would like to absorb her sadness, make her feel better.

“Don’t think about it, you’re here now, on the most beautiful beach in Portugal.” I hesitate, then add, “With me.”

I smile, her hand is two centimeters from mine, on the towel. But I'm afraid to touch her, that she'll say no, send me away. I couldn't handle it.

"You're right. I feel good now." She stares at me, catching my gaze: there's only her on this beach, in the entire world.

Her lips are close to me, slightly open, with a light lipstick.

I don't think, I push forward. I touch them with mine for a moment, feeling the strawberries scent.

Her eyes widen, she seems surprised. She doesn't push me away, just comes closer and gives me a light kiss, like mine.

“Shall we go swimming?” She gets up and holds out her hand to me.

I take it firmly. Our two watches are now reunited, and everything is ok.