Link patted his sturdy shoulder and walked to the entrance of the small shop, nearly all the trash left on the beach had been cleaned up.
The messy beach only needed to wait for the evening tide, and the sand would be smooth again.
Link, with hands in his pockets, walked by the seaside, letting the sea wash over his feet, while the sunset on the sea surface suddenly brought back the memory of him training Taylor in guitar playing on the beach years ago.
Almost as if possessed, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of the beach, sending it to Taylor.
After two minutes, having received no reply from Taylor, he took off his clothes, left them on the pier, and dove into the deep blue sea for a swim.
After coming ashore, he received a message from Taylor sent eighteen minutes earlier.
Taylor, "Are you in Miami?"
Link, "Yes, just swam in the sea, felt great. Where are you?"
Taylor, "Nashville"
