Raul's smile turned awkward, and he felt a palpable distance from Sabrina.

Once camp was set up, the tourists had time to explore.

Sabrina and Bettie wandered to the nearby woods and the Cape Autoway Lightstation.

On the top of a blue coastal hill, a white lighthouse stood proudly amidst a lush, green meadow. White railings flanked the path leading to the lighthouse, immaculately maintained, almost like a pathway to heaven.

They climbed to the top of the lighthouse, overlooking an endless sea surrounded by magnificent Byville Landscapes.

They lingered to watch the sunset, the golden light playing over the waves and seagulls, a sight beyond mere words.

No words could truly capture the essence of this natural wonder. Only a photograph could come close to preserving its magnificence.

As Sabrina was snapping pictures, she was startled by the sound of a camera shutter.

Turning, she found Raul retracting his phone, taking a few steps towards her to show her a captured image. "You are so beautiful. Every photo of you is stunning."

Sabrina glanced at the photo and simply said, “Delete it."

Raul's face showed surprise. "Shall I send the photo to you?"

"No, thank you," she refused, unwilling to waste her time and energy on trivial matters.

Raul watched Sabrina's retreating back, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

Time was running out. If he failed to obtain Sabrina's contact within the next two days, he wouldn't have another opportunity.

He had to act, and act quickly.

The following day's itinerary consisted of bus travel and group tours, leaving no room for personal adventure.

Tonight was the only chance.

A beach bonfire awaited them that evening, and he had spotted a box of beer on the bus. A plan began to form in his mind.

Nobody would be able to decipher the acts that alcohol might provoke.

Tyrone had betrayed Sabrina, perhaps leaving her Longing for sex. If Raul made his move, maybe he could satisfy her hidden desires.