Evans held Andrea tighter. He sees the girl looking happy, and his worries fade a little.
"Andrea..." Evans called softly.
"I've never seen anything beautiful like this," said Andrea.
Evans ventured to hug Andrea from behind, stretching his legs just in case.
"It's just the sea, Andrea," Evans said quietly.
"Even so, it's still beautiful," said Andrea. "If we swim in the ocean, will we die, Evans?"
"Why do you always call me by my name? Call me Master like everyone else," Evans said.
"Evans, Evans, Evans," Andrea joked.
"Stop. You're embarrassing me," Evans said.
"What's your last name?" Andrea asked.
"Christoper," Andrea answered.
"You are a complete stranger,"
"My father is from England. My mother is Indonesian," said Evans.
"I want to ask about them. Is it okay?"
"No, I don't want. They're dead," Evans said.
"Um, so you're this kind of person," said Andrea.