Myca gave him a reassuring smile and pointed to himself. He knew places.

‘Hungry?’ he wrote in the sand. There were so many options. If Cian didn’t want to leave the beach, Myca could get them something and bring it back for them to eat there. But if Cian wanted that, he could also walk with Myca. They could continue their conversation with his phone.

Then he added, ‘can eat here if you prefer.’ There were plenty of little food stalls not far from the beach.