M rubbed his eyes and looked out at the ocean. The water was a deep shade of indigo. White foam slid between the waves like creases on a pair of faded jeans.
He shielded his eyes from the midday sun, squinting at a figure bobbing up and down between swells. It plunged under the surface to avoid a wave.
M looked down at his torso, lifting the waistband of his briefs to check his tan line. He seemed pleased, and glanced up at the water once again.
The solitary figure had begun walking out from the waist-high surf, waves skidding past and around. From a distance, her short hair, bare chest and boyish trunks gave the impression of an effeminate male. M smiled to himself about it.
She bent down to pick up a jellyfish in a tide pool, inspecting it for a second before lobbing it back into the waves. M sat up on his towel, resting his arms on his knees in front of his chest.
She approached, smiling and squinting in the summer sun. Her nipples poked up from her flat chest, dripping like her hair.