Far below, the waves were frothing against the rocks. From where she stood, Nell observed the sea churning, and smelled rain in the air. It’s going to be a bad storm, she thought. Sighing softly, she clenched her eyes shut and stepped over the side of the cliff.

Bob watched it all happen from below, and exhaled roughly, covering his face.

“Stupid, stupid girl!”

Cursing angrily, Bob wound his way through the detritus on the beach until finally he emerged from around the corner of a small sea cave. He glanced around him peremptorily and, not seeing her body anywhere, walked deeper into the cave to take advantage of the shelter.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and waited.

He was dozing off slightly when he heard the wet sucking noises of someone approaching through the quickly saturating sand. The annoyance came rushing back to him, and he turned towards her, shaking his head slowly.

“What are you doing here?” she asked darkly, glaring at him. He noted – not without satisfaction – that she was shivering.

“Serves you right,” he retorted. “Jumping off cliffs in the rain – isn’t that a bit overdramatic, Nellie girl?”

“I told you not to call me that,” she snapped. Wrapping her arms about her, she sat down on the sand and rested her head against the wall of the cave. She looked exhausted, and Bob felt a pang of pity for her in spite of himself.

“It’s no good, you know. Nothing works. You just create problems for yourself, and have a hell of a time explaining yourself to the mortals when they see you.”

She turned sharply towards him, “Don’t say that! I hate it when you say that word!”

Bob flicked open his lighter, and lit another cigarette. “Pretty, thick-skulled little Nell. You’re still in such terrible denial, aren’t you?”