Back on the bus, Bettie leaned in to whisper to Sabrina, “You're not interested in Trevor. What about Raul?"

Sabrina shot Bettie a contemptuous look, retorting, "What's on your mind all day, anyway?"

“No way! Raul must have a crush on you too, Sabrina. Check it out. Your luck's turning up after the divorce!" Bettie exclaimed.

Sabrina sighed in relief, responding, "Whoever it might be, I'm not planning on anything like that at the moment."

“Fine then." Bettie sighed again, a note of disappointment in her voice. "What a waste."

"You think it's a waste? Why don't you take a chance?"

"I'd love to, but he doesn't seem to have any interest in me."

“What if you're wrong?"

“That's unlikely. He treats us all the same, but he stares at you whenever he speaks."

Sabrina had no words to reply to that.

"Speaking of which, have you been in touch with Trevor lately?" Bettie inquired.

“Not really."

Trevor often reached out to her, but she seldom responded. He was also from Mathias, and they might have reconnected in the future. Otherwise, she'd just cut him off entirely.

"Look up there! A helicopter in the sky!" a tourist suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone's gaze shifted to the windows, where they indeed saw a helicopter flying at a moderate altitude not too far away.

The tour guide reassured them, saying, "Don't be envious. Once we reach Princiton-Peterburough Road, you too can take a helicopter tour of the Twelve Angels Stones."

The Twelve Angels Stones was a highlight of the Great Ocean Road and of Byville, famous for its helicopter tours.

They reached Moorwald Bay just before sunset, with plans to camp for the night.

The guide distributed tents and instructions.

Bettie and Sabrina set up theirs together. Raul offered assistance, but Sabrina declined, saying, "It's fine. We can handle it ourselves."