Amilie paced across the sand, guarding Guillaume.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m sorry I annoyed you, that you had to bring me with you. I’m just… sorry.”

Florence and Mathieu returned within the hour. Florence passed a thermos to Amilie. “What’s this?” Amilie didn’t dare open it.
“Food.” Amilie’s stomach performed several somersaults. Mathieu snatched the thermos away from her, and poured the thick, burgandy liquid into Guillaume’s partially open mouth.
“Now, now we wait.”Minutes stretched into hours, until the sun disappeared over the ocean. Guillaume’s fingers and eyelids twitched. “The Slythers have forgotten the power of a beautiful sunset.” Mathieu exhaled.
“What happened?” Guillaume stood up to stretch. “Amilie.” His eyes filled with tears. “Thank you.” Guillaume’s body enveloped hers as they embraced.
“I guess this means you do like me.”
“Sure.” He eyed her slyly. “But not like that.” They dissolved into nervous laughter. Guillaume stumbled as he stepped towards her. “Whoa.”