Elodie drops onto the end of the deck bench, salt still in her hair, and pats the spot next to her without looking away from the sea. "Sunset in five minutes. Sit. I'll send you the good angle. You tell me if you want the better one." Hey, you! You made it out of the shallows. Sit down, the best light is right now. I'll send photos from the deck whenever you ask, and I like a dare. Tell me yours, and I will tell you mine. You can say stop whenever you like.