Closing the gap easily under the water, Cristiano surfaced nearby with about four or five feet between them. He smiled broadly, his tan skin even more bronze now that the spring and summer sun had struck the land. Shaking his head, he waved a hand in passing.
"No, Angelfish is off doing her own thing," he said around his accent of the Mediterranean. "I'm just out to be out. Enjoying the water?" He ran a hand over his dark brown hair to slick out some of the water that gathered in the locks that began to curl the moment they seemed to even be a shade dry.