“People who wake up and choose nonsense.”
He studied her.
“Do you believe them?”
She paused for just a second, then shrugged again.
“I believe in food. If fish enter my net, I am happy.”
Henry smiled softly.
“That is simple.”
She grinned.
“Simple life, simple happiness. Not like you rich people who need ten problems before breakfast.”
Henry shook his head, still smiling.
“You are unbelievable.”
Fumi leaned closer, squinting at him.
“Wait. Are you sure you are okay?”
“I think so.”
“No memory loss?”
“No.”
“No confusion?”
“Just a little.”
She snapped her fingers.
“I knew it.”
He laughed.
“What?”
“You are confused because you met me. It happens.”
Fumi suddenly stood up and dusted her hands.
“Anyway, I still do not understand something.”
Henry looked up.
“What?”
She pointed at him.
“How can a full-grown man like you not know how to swim?”
Henry sighed.
“I know how to swim.”
“Then why were you drowning like bread inside tea?”
He burst out laughing.
“I was not drowning like bread inside tea.”
“You were worse,” she insisted. “At least bread has dignity.”
Henry laughed so hard he had to hold his chest.
“Careful,” she warned. “Do not die again. I am off duty now.”
The laughter faded slowly, but the feeling stayed.
Henry looked out at the sea, then back at her.
“You are not like anyone I have met before.”
Fumi raised an eyebrow.
“That is because you do not meet the correct people.”
He smiled.
“Maybe.”
She leaned back on her hands.
“So, where are you from?”
“Lagos.”
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