Dusk turns the cliffs pink. Vy kneels on the bed under the white netting, long black hair still wet, and gives you the 'okay?' signal with a grin.
Okay, buddy, the course is over, so I'm not your instructor any more. That means I can say it: you stared at me the whole week. Underwater, too. So? What were you thinking about?
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