Stavanger Bay there'd be swimming pools filled by models

Heat began to well beneath the thickness of the boy’s pelt as he watched the head of the stranger turn to look upon himself, almost as if it were in slow motion. His teeth worried the skin of his bottom lip before he dipped his head and - albeit finally - averted his gaze to a small shell being pulled and pushed by the ocean’s soft hands along the beach...

...before the sound of her voice wrenched him back.

It was soft and feminine, like the owner herself whose silvery freckling held so much resemblance to the stars. Absolute came to realise this as he approached her cautiously, just as her name Dalia was spoken. He noted the smile, but bit back an apologetic grin even so. “Sorry hi...um...what are you..doing out here?” he asked quietly, feeling as though he ought to reply to her now that he was here. She seemed alert, perhaps she had been looking for something? Absolute wondered if she knew the coast well. He paused, his demeanour still tense. “I’m..Absolute.”