Matéo
Matéo had since finished his business on the boat for today. Having rolled his shirt up past his elbows to avoid soaking the fabric of one of his few shirts while hauling his dinghy in and tying it up to the dock closest by his abode. It hadn't been a particularly lucrative day and without product to sell, he found himself with the rest of his evening free before the sun had set on the manicured shores of Torchline, a rare occurrence for one in his occupation.
With time to kill and nothing on his agenda, he found himself making his way towards the lighthouse that overlooked the sea that surrounded their homes. It was a calming place to spend some time with oneself away from the hustle and bustle of Haulani; though it seemed that being alone up here was out of the cards for the day.
"Are you expecting your bird to talk back?" Matéo asks the girl as he comes up the hill to reach a stopping point by the side of the cliff. The view from the lighthouse is breathtaking enough, he's surprised there aren't more artists taking advantage of the quiet day.
When you're sparkling madly in the moonlight
don't you understand that I need you still
don't you understand that I need you still
