There was a shift in her manner, Dominic noted, and perhaps him previously being a stranger to her was all that had caused her wariness (though it was slightly troublesome the way she'd glanced at the apartments with a sense of near foreboding, as if the complex held nothing good within its walls--or was it only the shadows playing across her face, across the sand that gave him this impression?). Whatever the reason for her mood growing lighter, he was glad.
"Dominic Ramírez," he said in turn, sharing his name as the breeze cooled his skin. "We've probably passed each other once or twice." He smiled, and although it was an obvious case of grasping at straws, he proceeded further with a common, albeit true, remark on the weather. "It's really nice out here; but even so, I hadn't expected to run into anyone." Not on this side of the beach, at least, even with the apartment a mere walk away. Maybe he'd been more lost in his thoughts than he realized. Dominic hesitated, not wanting to mention how she'd seemed so very startled. "I hope I'm not keeping you from anything."