Stavanger Bay there'd be swimming pools filled by models

“Oh.” Another quiet whisper. Absolute turned to glance over the vast blue body as she mentioned this was her home, before finally beginning to relax down beside her. He’d never met someone who actually lived here amongst the surf. Wait, she lived on the beach? The northern boy had travelled along the coast, yes, but he’d always made sure to den well away from the roaring waves at night.

He’d opened his mouth to ask her more when a question took him by surprise. His nose whipped around to face her - he was now painfully aware of how large and awkward his frame seemed beside the smaller grey pearl’s. “Just passing through,” he responded, “I think. Actually...uh...I’m not sure. I’ve been passing through places for quite a while.” A sheepish smile was offered. “Sorry for uh...intruding on your home.”