Earlier...
"Closing up now. Pack 'em and stack 'em, Odes." The large man in the tight white shirt grumbled at him, a tired smile on his squarish jaw. The soft silhouette of a woman in the kitchens shifted from left to right, stacking dishes as high as her own head. Each one was hand-scrubbed and sparkled so clean that... well, you could eat off it. The full-figured woman in the kitchens untied and hung up her apron quickly, grabbing her purse and keys from the hook. Her shoes hit the tiles with a rhythmic clacking as she jogged out the door and took up her position at the grated security doors. Locking up was routine at the diner, but having a fire clear out all their patronage for the day was not.
"A shame I never got to roll out my pie." Odette said with a pout. "And that the fire damage isn't covered." The man chuckled, shaking his head as he turned the key in the final lock to the diner. "Yeeaaaah. A real shame that some punk came in with lighter fluid and a box of matches." He eyed her with a look of amusement. "Your pastries were lookin' mighty nice. And the pie wasn't half bad either." He chuckled harder as she gave him a playful punch in the arm and walked off in a fake huff, sashaying her hips slightly more than usual. "Do shut up, Joeseph, before I give you another broken arm. I'll see you next week." She waved, as did he, and they went their separate ways.
Right now...
The shoreline was beautiful at all times of the day, at least that is what Odette herself felt. She had taken her shoes off, to feel the sand between her toes. The sea rolled in all its majesty, and Odette was enraptured. Everytime she came out here, she found herself staring dumbfounded at the ocean, like a connection was present between her and the vast dark of the water. Though, today she knew there was another reason for her gaze to linger on the horizon. The shadow of the wreck in the distance pulled at her curiosity. Her attentions were held, but she was not without her ears.
"Buonasera, um I mean that is good afternoon," a voice called from the shore.
Odette's head turned fast enough to send her hair into whirling frenzy. Another person, here on the beach. A girl, and an artist. How novel, she must have gained inspiration from the wreck. Morbid, but novel all the same. With a warm smile and a wave, Odette spoke. "Good day, dear. What brings you to the shore, in such a lonesome state?"