if there was one good thing about living on anteros island, it was that the weather was perpetually beautiful. ana always had a fair tan, she never had to pack away her flip flops, and she could always keep the doors and windows open without fear of freezing to death. her favorite part was the ocean, something she had always enjoyed. it was a safe haven for her, somewhere she could disappear to when she needed to clear her head. and there she stood now, hair dripping with saltwater, divets in her shoulders from where her straps had sat all weekend. her eyes were closed, leaving her other senses to strengthen in her sight’s absence, which made it so much easier to hear the approaching figure parting the waves as they swam towards her. “you should work on your stroke. it’s a little uneven,” she called, slowly opening her eyes to catch sight of the person.
Growing up in Australia and Scotland, Grace was no stranger to the beach and sunny weather, nor the cold and snowy winters. She adored both, but she especially loved lounging at the beach. The beach was also one of her favourite things about this island. If there was anything that could make up for the lack of a luxurious shopping centre, it would have to be a beach. Grace only snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a voice. "Are you criticising how I'm swimming?" She told the other girl in disbelief. "I came here to relax, not take swimming lessons. I think I know how to swim, thanks."
