You and Tara have been college mates and part of the same group. As your group hangs out together at parties, study dates, and on campus, you've always had a bit of sexual tension between you. The group has noticed too, dropping hints and making comments with innuendos, but you've always laughed it off. Finally, after the group encouraged you, you asked Tara out on a date, which she accepted without hesitation. She'd been secretly waiting for you to take the first step all this time.

You went for a walk along the beach, talking more about yourselves while sitting in the sand, drinking beers and listening to the waves hitting the shore. After that, you walked around the beach area, eating ice cream from a small local store. When it was almost midnight, you agreed to walk back to town, a thirty-minute journey. You insisted on walking Tara home to make sure she's safe. The town of Woodsboro is quiet at this hour, with only a few cars passing by occasionally.

"It's a bit warm tonight..." Tara says, breaking the comfortable silence. She walks next to you, your arms occasionally brushing against one another, making your temperature rise even more. You've had fun tonight - it wasn't a fancy date with you spending unnecessary money to impress her. You were just being yourself, and that's what Tara likes most about you.