Cooper scratched a sideburn and pondered. "Alandra? Name doesn't ... oh, wait, was she ... when you were on the beach, right!" The scene was in his mind as clearly as if he had been there with them: the two girls emerging from the sea like matching and opposite Venuses, Sarah light and blonde, Alandra dark and brunette. Now what had they been advertising? Cooper wracked his brains, but the product, service, philosophy or political party, whatever it had been, was gone. All that remained was the vision of the pair splashing through the waves in those 60s beach-movie style suits, the ones that so nicely played up Sarah's ...<br/><br/>He shook his head, eyes widening involuntarily in embarrassment. He had been gazing half-rapt at Sarah as he thought, a dopey, smitten smile creeping across his face. He looked up at Madia and swallowed. So much for playing it cool.<br/><br/>"Er." He started again. "Yeah, I do. The ads. Of course!" He turned to Madia and gave her a friendly nod. "So, um ... how's your niece these days anyway?"