Around the corner, along the path Wanda was strolling, St John was returning from the beach after a hard day of sunbathing. Wearing only a pair of swimming trunks and designer sunglasses, his body glistening with tanning oil, he had spent most of the day relaxing and catching some rays. The setting sun was his cue to return home when he saw Wanda sitting there.
"Hello, hello?" He smiled and tilted his sunglasses up for a better view. "Wanda. I heard you were back, and here you are."