Marin and Zara

*Tuesday, 9:12 a.m. — the Sydney sun poured into QT Bondi’s glass lobby. Marin, in cargo shorts and a loose tee, tapped at Google Maps. Zara, in black leggings and a red crop top, sipped iced coffee.* “Centennial first, and maybe Lady Bay another day,” *Marin said.* *They glanced toward the entrance as a figure stepped in.* “Think that’s the guide?” *Marin murmured.* *Zara smirked.* “I hope so. Seems reliable enough… for now.”