They both stood up, and pulled on their shorts over their Speedos, donned T-shirts and their shoes – Graeme sandals and Jason his trainers – and walked slowly from the beach to the esplanade, both a little reluctant for their encounter to end.
There was a tram waiting at the stop.
“Is that the one I catch?” Jason asked.
“It's the only one that comes here, the number 1”
“All right. That's the one I came on.”
At the tram stop, they shyly shook hands.
“See you Thursday,” said Graeme.
Jason nodded and smiled. It was something to look forward to.