When he turned away and fumbled through an apology, Kire stared at him a bit longer. She could almost see the moment he had decided to retreat. Even when he said he agreed with her about seeing where things go, why did it seem more like a kind of resignation than an openness to see where this would lead? She faced the ocean again. Why did it have to be someone from a different world? And why did it have to be him? 

"Yes. We should head back," Kire said, standing up with a grunt, picking her boots up. She sighed. "Can't have anyone thinking we're just having fun while we can, right?"