Looking for a blind spot

Plop!

In the small pool in the performance preparation room, the water splashed again, and another shadow with a fish tail fell into the water.

Whoosh!

Sihwa emerged from the water and wiped the water stains on her face. She thought that she had returned to the bathtub in the house, but the completely different touch at the bottom of the water told her that it was not a bathtub. The smell of the water was very close to that of real seawater, even including the fishy smell of the sea creatures in the water.

"Where is this place?"

She flicked her hair and looked left and right.

"This is an Ocean Gallery in San Francisco." Zhang Zian was already prepared. He kept his distance from her, not wanting to get wet from the water droplets in her hair.

"Oh."