On a sunny day in mid — July, the whole Greek city went looking for a place by the sea. The whole city had a goal: to find a patch of sand, secluded from other people's voices and eyes, to relax by itself. The whole city eventually succeeded.

Adrian, a young man with the body of a Greek sculpture, swam all day long. He went into the sea, swam, came out. Then again, and so on and so forth. He did not even come to rest, but to train his body and endurance. When he came out of the water, he didn't look around. He was sure that no one was around.

His movements were free and soft. The sun glinted in the drops of water in his hair. The sea waves dried on his stomach, leaving paths of dry salt.

But he was not alone. From above the rocks, the corners of a blue cotton dress were visible. Freckles on cheeks and nose. A bag of fruit and bergamot. ‘What beautiful hands’. 

‘I wish no one would call out to me,’ the girl's eyes were stuck to the young man like algae to a rock above the water level, but her body was anxious, shy — she was very afraid that anyone would call out to her.