She waits until it's late. The sun is starting to set and the partygoers are mostly clearing out now. They're headed home, or to the 'fight club' that's talked about in stage whispers, or to a bonfire that someone has started further down the beach.

The sun is just dipping below the horizon, and Ana wears a shawl over her swimsuit to ward off the chill as she walks barefoot across the sand.

Every step is harder than the one before it, right up until she stops at his side. It was much easier to talk to him when he was asleep and unable to hear her. Ana exhales slowly, silently, like she does when she's steadying herself to take a shot.

"Hello, Reinhardt."