Adrian waded into the cool water, feeling the sun warm his back as he swam a few strokes away from the boat. He glanced toward where Leah and Michelle remained closer to shore, noting the way the light glinted off the water and highlighted the silhouette of Michelle's form in her swimsuit. He acknowledged to himself how striking she looked, then pushed the thought down, reminding himself of boundaries as he performed a few more strokes.
After swimming long enough to clear his mind, he returned to the boat and climbed aboard, towel draped over one shoulder. He retrieved the cooler Leah had packed: sandwiches, fruit, and chilled water bottles. He arranged plates and drinks on the boat's small table, taking care to move deliberately, grounding himself in the simple task.
"Lunch is ready," he called, keeping his tone light. He watched Leah swim over and climb in first; when Michelle joined, he offered a warm smile but said nothing further, letting the peaceful cove speak for itself. He handed out sandwiches and poured water, then leaned back against the seat, taking in the silence broken only by gentle waves lapping at the hull.
Between bites, Adrian pointed toward a stand of cedar trees. "See those rocks beyond the far shore? They catch the sunset in a way that's almost otherworldly. We can head there later if you like." His voice was calm, an invitation to linger in the quiet.
He caught Michelle's eye briefly as she ate, and offered a small nod of appreciation for her company, careful to remain composed. He sensed the subtle shift in mood - a deeper calm paired with an undercurrent of tension - but chose not to comment. Instead, he sipped his water, savouring the moment: warm sun overhead, secluded cove all around, and the knowledge that this day offered respite for everyone.
As he leaned forward, brushing crumbs from the table, he allowed himself gratitude for the peace of the lake and resolve to honour his role: present, attentive, and respectfully aware of the unspoken currents between them.