He eases up to her, and stands. The water is just below chest height on him, and he reckons if they were still for a minute, it'd be like looking through glass. The sun beats down on his back and shoulders, and it's just about silent, barring the waves and a breeze distantly brushing the palm trees.

He was going to make a glib remark, but it withers away when he looks her in the eye. For a moment, he just watches her face.

Then he leans in and kisses her, because he can and he wants to, and there hasn't been enough of it today.