Occasionally, other people would appear on the beach. Often fishermen -Chéri would greet them politely, as they were starting to get used to them by now- some regular townies taking a walk for their health, who were less inclined to greet them, especially if they were acquainted and on occasion somebody who looked actually classy, actually fancy. That was the case with the two Katsaros siblings. Chéri had met the man -there were very few that were that tall… well anywhere-, but not the girl and knew better than approach them out of the blue.

There was no need to, though: the two siblings decided to come close to them. Chéri didn’t move, wondering what would happen once they were actually close. They blinked a few times, their big green eyes watery because of the wind.

With their great surprise, it was the lady who spoke first. Chéri bent their head to the side. They understood enough to know that was a compliment “Thank you,” they said, finishing their song. They smiled at her. “Would you like me to sing something else?” they asked, in French. They just didn’t have enough knowledge of the language to ask that in English and didn’t want to lose time when facing somebody who just seemed… so enthusiastic. They had met so many mopey people here in Whitby, it was refreshing, for once, to bump into somebody who wasn’t.

The said couldn’t be said about her brother. Chéri touched their hat upon seeing the man and grinned with a little bit of irony, wondering if they had any suspect “Good day to you, sir,” they said, still in french, with their baritone voice.