Dead Beach

John: Hey Mara, where are you? I just got here.

Mara: Sorry, I got held up. I'll be out in 10.

John: Ok, I'll wait for you by the main ramp.

Mara: Which one?

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John: This one, the one next to the lounge chairs.

Mara: Ok, got it. I know where that is.

An hour later…

John: Mara? Where are you? I fell asleep on my towel…

John: You still haven't made it.

John: Damn, I must've dozed off for like half an hour or more.

Mara: Damn it, John, I'm so sorry… I got roped into a meeting and couldn't let you know… I haven't even left yet.

Mara: I'm just finishing up something urgent and then I'm heading out.

Mara: Forgive me, I'll make it up to you…

John: Alright Mara, don't worry about it. I'll wait for you… I'm going to go for a dip.

John: Damn, this is weird.

Mara: What?

John: What time is it? I'm not sure if my phone's right.

Mara: It's 7:35.

John: Well, it's correct then.

Mara: So?

John: I don't know, the beach is deserted.

John: It's too early for it to be this empty.

John: I woke up and there was absolutely no one around.

John: Look.