The sea breeze swept across the deck as the sailing boat moved gently over the waves.
Clara stood near the railing, her hair dancing in the wind. She wore a simple white dress and a wide-brimmed hat, looking nothing like the woman who had spent the previous months confronting powerful enemies.
Arthur approached with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Your drink, madam."
Clara accepted one.
"Thank you, kind sir."
"Anything else I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes. I'd like you to stop checking your phone every five minutes."
Arthur glanced at the device in his pocket.
"I haven't checked it for at least twenty minutes."
"That's because I've been watching you."
He laughed.
"You're becoming very strict."
"Someone has to be."
Arthur placed an arm around her waist.
"Fine. No business calls today."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Clara leaned against him.
The ocean stretched endlessly before them, and the distant coastline looked like a painting.
