"Faye..." Claire Sinclair blinked.
'That girl... she looks like a little goldfish just let out of its bowl...'
'What should I do now?'
Claire Sinclair looked down at the clear seawater. She couldn't help but take a few steps forward, her fair, delicate feet dipping into the water. The cool sensation, combined with the warm sunlight, sent a wave of pleasant comfort through her.
After walking along the coast for a long time, she started to feel a bit tired. She went back onto the shore and found an empty beach chair, far from anyone else, and sat down.
Seeing the sand stuck to her feet, she unconsciously rubbed the soles of her feet together to brush it off.
Just then, a figure suddenly blocked her view. A pair of very hairy man's legs came into sight, giving her a real fright.
'Yikes, caterpillar legs!'
Claire Sinclair instinctively pulled her feet back and shuffled away from him.
The man spoke, "Hello, miss. Are you here by yourself?"
His Chinese was terrible.
