He sits beside her. Neither speaks for a full minute. The 1080p frame holds on their reflections in the black water—two versions of themselves, younger and more hopeful, floating just beneath the surface.
"It's almost tomorrow," Conrad says.
Jeremiah stands up. Raises his bottle.
"Belly."
"Infinity," she says.
He doesn't deny it. "It's just a symbol, Belly."
The clock ticks to midnight.
Belly stands. Crosses the circle. Hugs him. And for a long moment, there's no triangle. Just two people who grew up together, letting go.