April is used to people looking at her and used to them stopping in their tracks, but there are so few people who have turned the other way that she has to laugh. She retrievers her towel, drying off before she dresses, pulling on a loose t-shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts before she wanders along the sand, toward the other young woman who finally glances over her shoulder.

"Should I apologize?" she asks with an arched brow when she's close enough to be heard.