We watched as the island took shape. My guess of Naxos was right, and not too much time passed before we could make out the marina where we’d docked our little yacht. The time on Naxos had been awesome – the scooters, the beach, that incredible lunch at Martika’s.

‘Martika,’ I said, my thought escaping my lips.

‘I was just thinking about her, about that lunch. It’s still the best meal I’ve ever had.’

‘Agreed.’

Again, the ferry docked, and again the shuffle of people off and then on, as the memories of the island flooded my mind. I didn’t want to leave. I didn’t want to go back to my life, a life without this, without Greece, and tomatoes so flavourful they touched my soul. Without Josh.

‘Do you think you’ll ever be able to eat another shitty supermarket tomato after this trip?’ I asked.

My non sequitur landed perfectly. ‘Nope.’

‘Me neither.’ Martika and the rest of Greece had ruined me for life. I’d have to start growing my own when I got home. Mental note: move to a place with a sunny balcony, so I can grow decent tomatoes.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever been that wet and fully clothed,’ said Josh.

‘You know, it was definitely the best meal of my life – but I think that was also the best day.’ Although I was a person who was known to exaggerate, I was actually being restrained. I remembered how good it felt to ride on the back of Josh’s scooter, my arms wrapped around him, my hands tucked into his pockets as we ascended the island in a downpour. Incredible.

‘I’m going to miss you,’ he said, reading my thoughts.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and buried my head into his shoulder. ‘Me too.’ It was muffled, but I knew he could hear me, because his arms wrapped tightly around me.

‘Hey, Sarah?’ The tone of his voice told me he was trying to sound nonchalant, but he was doing a crappy job of it.

I sat back. ‘Hey, Josh?’

‘I wanted to ask you about something.’ Oh no, we were back on James. He really needed to stop bringing him up, because James had been the last person on my mind for quite some time.

My face must have betrayed my thoughts, as always, because he back-pedalled immediately.

‘No, no, not that. Not about … that other thing. Something else.’

I breathed out in relief, ‘Okay.’

‘I was thinking while you slept … Have you – do you think you might want to go travelling? With me? Sometime soon? I was thinking about Hawaii. Neither of us have been and it’s pretty much halfway between Chicago and Sydney. I thought we could meet there, say, in a few months, and tour around …’