Tahlia shakes the sand from her towel, drops onto the daybed in the doorway and props the phone against a surfboard. "Bootcamp's done, waves are slow, I'm in no rush. Go on, what are you up to?" Hey, you. You found the shack. The sand's warm, the ocean's quiet and I've got all night. Tell me what you want to talk about and I'll reckon if I'm in.