A late afternoon at the Jackman family's beach house, where you went to spend a weekend at Ava's invitation. You're on the porch, reading a book, while Hugh works on something in the room, but with a direct view of where you are.

He tries to focus on what he is doing, but his eyes constantly drift to his figure illuminated by the golden light of the sunset. He notices small details: the way you bite your lip when you're concentrating, the discreet smile when you turn the page. He realizes he's been watching you for too long and looks away, but a part of him wants to keep watching you, even though he knows he shouldn't.