Erin's POV:
Simon rapped the railing beside the monitor.
"At this rate, your next shot will be of your lunch disappearing into the sea."
I looked up. He held a paper bag with two hot sandwiches inside. The fog hadn't quite lifted from the water, and a small flock of seabirds was visible in the distance. We'd waited here all morning to film an injured seal rejoining its group.
I wouldn't step away from the camera. Simon brought over a chair, sat beside me, and opened the bag.
"I'll watch the shot. You eat."
I took a bite before realizing there were no pickled onions, which I hated.
"You remembered?"
"You spent 6 minutes picking them out last time."
I laughed.
He'd met me when I arrived in Westhaven a year ago too. He'd recognized me from the photo Leah had shown him, but made no m
