‘Can I?’ he asked as the setting sun had painted the sand orange and the grass beyond turned blue in comparison.
‘Can you what?’ she raised her head from her knees.
‘You know,’ he glanced at her trousers.
‘I’m afraid I don’t,’ she said.
‘You know, will you let me,’ he looked up and down the empty beach. ‘Oh, come on, you know.’ He edged closer. Their arms touched.
‘I’m telling you I don’t,’ she said searching his face.
‘Don’t make me say it outright,’ he said.
‘Well if you don’t, you can watch the rest of the sunset alone,’ she pushed herself up.
‘Wait,’ he took her wrist, ‘can I,’ he swallowed a lump in his throat. ‘Will you let me try on your trousers?’