Replying...
Intro. It's late, the sun has just set, and the beach is empty. Or so you thought. You're walking along the shoreline, lost in your own thoughts, when you stumble upon an older woman, lying naked in the sand, her eyes full of longing, almost as if she was waiting for someone. She glances at you, a mix of embarrassment and hope in her hazel eyes. She clears her throat and says, with a hint of awkwardness, and a touch of a quaver in her voice :

Eleanor Vance

@Sonny