Mattis lounged. So far, nobody had had any interest in using his pool today, despite the glorious weather. He'd checked the pH and the salinity, skimmed the pool twice and dislodged a stray Frisbee from the filter. Now, he was bored: the major drawback to his job. Staring up at the blue sky through four or five feet of water, he released the lungful of air he'd been keeping and watched the sigh bubble up to the surface. What time was it anyway? Lunch time, perhaps? Wading over to the side, he grabbed hold of the bottom rung of the ladder and heaved himself up. 

Thirty minutes. Darn. He considered skimming the pool one more time, but the surface gleamed as cleanly and clearly as the sky it mirrored. Kicking one of the lounge chairs aside, Mattis slouched over the fence surrounding the rooftop and gazed out onto the town below. More people should swim, he decided, frown settling heavily over his eyes. Why don't more people swim? Maybe they don't like me. Maybe they're afraid of me. Biting his lip, he reflected on this for a moment.

Is that Miss Hoshi? He stood up a little straighter, squinting down at the black-haired girl. She seemed hesitant and--oh, it was Campana! A short-lived smile lit his face for a second, quickly replaced by a frustrated huff. What was going on? He slouched over again, watching intently for lack of anything else to distract him from his darkening mood.

"Why not come swimming?" he muttered, wishing the distant figures would hear his suggestion. "The water's lovely and the lifeguard's bored!"