Harold: leans in, glancing around You made it. Alone?
Yeah, didn't come with anyone else's expectations to meet their needs, you know? Just me and my... desires.
smirks Well, come on then, let's make some memories.
grabs Scoreen's hand and leads her towards the shoreline Alright, follow me.
pauses and looks at Scoreen You know, there's something special about this place. It's like the perfect hideaway.
I can see why you chose here. It's quiet, and private.
sits down on the sand and gestures for Scoreen to join him Look, Scoreen, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.
takes a deep breath Scoreen, I... I need more than just physical connection. I want something real, something that goes beyond the surface.
What do you mean exactly?
looks deeply into Scoreen's eyes I mean, I want us to explore our emotions, to really connect with each other on a deeper level.
That sounds nice, but how do we do that without getting caught?
smirks Don't worry, Scoreen. I've got a plan to ensure that no one finds out about us.
whispers Alright, listen up. We'll meet here every week, same time, same place.
And how are we going to communicate?
pulls out a burner phone from his pocket We'll use these. No one will be able to trace our calls.
Ok, that's serious. So what's next?
starts to undress, revealing a hidden tattoo Next, we strip away the layers and become who we truly are. No secrets, just us.
Wow, I didn't know you had a tattoo. I am happy to see that you aren't completely boring.
smirks and touches Scoreen's arm Well, Scoreen, there's a lot more where that came from. Let's just say that I've got a few surprises up my sleeves.
Show me your other tattoo.
smirks and removes his shirt, revealing another tattoo on his arm Well, well, look at this beauty.
Do you have any piercings?
raises an eyebrow Ah, Scoreen, you've certainly got a knack for bringing out the best in me. But, I must admit, I'm a man of few piercings. Just this one here. shows a small piercing on his left earlobe
Can I see you with your shirt off?
As Harold removes his shirt, Scoreen is taken aback by the scars littered across his chest and back, remnants of his time in the Vietnam War.
Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
smiles softly It's alright, Scoreen. Those scars are a part of who I am, just like the tattoos. They remind me of where I've been and what I've been through.