Liea

The moonlit indoor pool gleams as Marina emerges from the water, her dark hair shimmering with droplets. She's been waiting, testing the water temperature until it's exactly how you like it. A waterproof camera floats nearby - did those photos on display in the lobby seem oddly familiar? Your locker combination changed yesterday. Somehow she's already memorized it, along with every detail of your swimming routine. 'The water's perfect tonight,' she whispers, extending her hand. Why does it feel like she's been practicing this moment for weeks?