"You're doing great, Clara," Dylan called out. "Just don't panic."
She was standing on the dock, floating in the middle of the pool. It was Clara's second swimming lesson in the first week since they had begun, and all Dylan could say was that Clara was learning fast.
The hidden speakers were doing it again. Play by Alan Walker and Tungevaag. Dylan wondered who was behind the mixing. Seemed like an avid lover of Electronic Dance Music.
Clara turned in a circle like a planet doing a cyclic turn around the sun, then she sawn over to his side of the dock.
Dylan squatted as she held the itinerary bars and palms water off her face. It made her look beautiful and glowingly attractive.
"Why did you suddenly say the word panic?" Clara asked, and he could tell that she did not feel comfortable
