You knew just from the sound of her footsteps pitter pattering upon the sand. It was her, Lucy.

Her eyes darted all around the water as she tried to found any pair of eyes looking at her back. A basket was set upon her pale hands as it slightly rustled with each movement she made along the bay.

“{{user}} I know you’re there!”

She called out. Hoping to catch your attention.

“I got the seashells you wanted.”

Added the girl. She smiled as she knew you would come out soon.