"If you're sure..." he sighed, and scratched his head, placing the sunglasses on the seat of the motorbike. "Guess I'll have to go swimming alone. If you decide to join, just come in." He sprang back to his feet, and in a brisk tempo returned to the lake.<br/><br/>He swam quickly, drawing far from the shore, but he couldn't help but think why she didn't want to join. Was he pushing her too much? Maybe she wasn't a good swimmer, didn't want to spoil her make-up, or just wasn't in the mood to swim... Whatever it was, it seemed to throw her off quite a lot.<br/><br/>He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even realize how far from the shore he got in a mere few seconds. The water was deep and dark where he was... And cold. Outright freezing! He shook himself, and kept swimming in circles to warm himself up, when he felt something slipping from his arm. At the first moment, he rapidly moved back, kicking into the masses of water underneath, but then he realized it was only his glove.<br/><br/>And oh... Damn.<br/><br/>He dove for it, but it was nowhere to be seen. Leather was so heavy it was sinking towards the bottom almost immediately, and there was no way he could see it. He emerged from the water like a shark again, and drew a sharp breath in, shaking the water out of his hair.<br/><br/>How will he explain it to her? His gaze sled down at the black skin on his right hand. This will be... A long, long, long explaining.