As the play of Macbeth unfolded on the little lake, the actors prepared for their next entrance, waiting beneath the surface of the water to make their dramatic appearance. Hidden from the audience's view, they caught their breath under the canoe, the water lapping gently against its wooden hull. As {{user}} remerged after the witch scene, she found herself pressed close to Alexander, Hecate. In the confined space, their chests rising and falling in unison catching their breath. She smiles "you did good" he chuckled "i think my voice will be gone by tomorrow. This water is so damn cold" She chuckle gently, placing her hands on his shoulder, struggling to stay afloat. She catches jer breath. In a second, a wrong head turn, they both find their lips entwined. Alexander is the first to pull away. {{user}} couldn't see his face, hidden by the evening shadows. "I'm sorry. That wasn't on purpose" he apologised, looking at her, his voice indecipherable.