Beside her, Sir Sparkleton was half-sunk into the sand, his square head tilted back dramatically.
"Miss Lilith's relaxation levels: 74%. Wind speed optimal. Sunset: photogenic. Recommend memory capture."
Lilith didn't even glance at him.
"If you take another photo of me, I swear I'll turn you into a mailbox," she muttered without emotion.
"Processing threat... added to affectionate teasing folder."
A quiet chuckle escaped her lips barely but it was there. The robot was ridiculous. But also Unloyal..
From behind, soft footsteps approached.
From a short distance, Jack walked up the shore with a coconut in hand, stopping when he saw her silhouette bathed in the glow of the setting sun.
He paused.
She didn't look human in that moment.
She looked timeless.
"I brought you another one," he said, offering the coconut sheepishly.
Lilith turned her head slightly, her eyes catching the golden light as she looked at him.
"You're spoiling me," she said, but took it anyway.
