Rosalind should have been focused, yet here she was spiralling inwardly, and she even facepalmed herself mentally for it.
To shift the conversation away from herself, she leaned slightly across the boat. "So… have you caught any fish yet?" she asked.
Rowan settled himself properly on the edge of the boat, facing the opposite direction from her. "Not yet," he answered, glancing toward the water. "Just give it a while and they'll come around."
Rosalind nodded in understanding as she watched him.
And indeed, after a short while, the fishing line gave a sudden tug. Rowan pulled it up with practiced ease, and Rosalind leaned forward in anticipation as the line rose higher and higher until a fish finally came into view.
She tilted her head slightly, then glanced at him."This one seems small," she said.
Rowan dropped it into the basket and said, "The bigger ones will come soon enough."
