"Are you up?"
The rich, magnetic voice, mixed with a low laugh, scattered in the tearing sea breeze.
Flossie Wright's eyelid suddenly twitched.
Just her luck!
"What a coincidence."
She wrung out the seawater from her sleeve, raised her eyebrows, and looked straight ahead.
Glenn Hutchinson stood on the rocky chaos.
Blatantly waiting for her.
"Quite a coincidence," Glenn Hutchinson responded.
Who would have thought that Flossie would choose this island?
Perhaps for Flossie, it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea.
Having said that, he walked down from the rocks.
The moon hid behind the clouds, and as he approached, the faint light enveloping him slowly faded, plunging his figure into a hazy darkness.
Flossie's vision darkened suddenly.