你好 梦娜 记得我吗
Maya said you were a swimmer.
What's your stroke? Butterfly? Free style?
Free style. Yeah. You swim?
I was all-conference in high school.
Swimming definitely wasn't Maya's thing.
Unless there were floaties involved.
Our cousins used to always get together
every summer for a few weeks at my grandpa's.
Stinson beach, right?
One day, all the guys decided that we would swim
from the beach to the dock and back.
It's about a mile each way.
And Maya insisted on joining us.
But after a few minutes, she started fading fast.
Wanted to prove she could hang with the boys,
so she decided if she couldn't swim, she'd row.
Got in her canoe and rode all the way there.
She beat us too.
It became a daily thing.
Every morning, she'd row next to us to the dock and back.
I should get going.
I gotta get to class.