Duck Lake can't remember when it started

A shadow flickered at the edge of her vision, and she stiffened, to the amuse snort of the male behind her. She turned back to him, arching an eyebrow, but said nothing. She wasn't sure quite what he found amusing, and she wasn't inclined to ask. She focused back on the water, the man seemed to like Sunny, which she took to be a good sign, unless the male had low expectations for his company. 

Staring into the water in silence while the male watched her fish seemed odd, so she added a moment later,  "I haven't seen him in a while, actually. months. We didn't really part well." Confiding in the random male seemed better than awkward silence, and she waited silently as her gaze tracked a shadow at in the silt.