The next day, Lydia and Scott lounged beneath a wide umbrella on the beach, the soft sound of waves crashing gently in the distance. The sun was warm, but the ocean breeze kept the heat at bay, brushing against their skin like a soft whisper. Lydia lay back on the recliner, her sunglasses perched on her nose, while Scott sat beside her, his feet buried in the sand.
Just as they were settling deeper into the calm of the moment, Scott’s phone rang, breaking the serene silence. The sudden sound caused both of them to glance at the device sitting on the small table between their chairs.
Scott reached over and picked it up, his expression shifting from relaxed to alert as he saw the caller ID.
“It’s for me,” he said quietly, already standing as he answered and began walking a few steps away, the phone pressed to his ear, his tone turning businesslike.