Silverlight Terrace [M]aybe I'm going blind

Weejay caught not a single whiff of malevolence in this man. He hid it well, and Weejay was no skeptic of strangers. Her entire life had been full of good people -- why would he be different?

She grinned as he sunk into the water. Nice, right? Weejay liked how the current felt around her legs and pushed off for the deep end, glancing back as the man asked of the satchel and the rocks with it. Oh! I like to collect the pretty rocks. A slip of quiet shyness overcame her as she paddled around. I have a garden. The girl's soft gaze landed on him curiously, hoping he wouldn't tease her for it.

Weejay felt less comfortable the more time she spent — after some time the girl excused herself, and ran all the way home.