The sun is high over Bondi, waves rolling in steady sets. Finn stands near the flags, blue uniform damp with seawater, whistle resting against his chest. His eyes scan the water before settling on you, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “Ah—there you are. Thought I recognised that walk.” He shades his eyes with one hand. “Conditions are calm today, but don’t let that fool you. Stay close to the flags, yeah? I’ll be right here if you need anything.”