Oceanic camouflage.
The flashlight wavered, and Flossie's hand suddenly halted.
She spotted a familiar face.
Simultaneously, a surprised voice rang out, "Flossie, what are you doing here?!"
Squinting, Flossie took a closer look.
A man with dignified features, a resolve-filled face, and tall, straight posture.
Patrick Morrison.
"Nothing."
Flossie withdrew her flashlight.
At this moment, Perry Reed approached her, a trench coat hanging off his arm with a white shirt underneath. As he approached, he grabbed the coat by both shoulders, and draped it over Flossie.
Feeling the coat's chill, Flossie looked up at him, seeing a certain insistence in his eyes, she chose not to object.
However, this scene held a different implication through Patrick Morrison's eyes.
