Danny rides in, a pair of fish slung over his shoulder like
trophies.
He glances back — Juba already disappearing down the track.
Danny grins, lifts the fish as SARAH MARSHALL (35) appears at
the back door.
Still striking. Still tired. Still sharp.
DANNY
Got a couple of beauties!
Sarah gives them a quick look. Claps once. Dry.
SARAH
Well done, Crocodile Dundee.
Freeze them before they start a
union.
Danny’s grin fades a fraction.
SARAH (CONT'D)
And wash. You smell like low tide.
She turns, heading inside.
Danny watches her go. Something in him drops.
DANNY
(under his breath)
Thought you’d at least pretend.
SARAH (O.S.)
I heard that.
Danny rolls his eyes, louder now.
DANNY
Yeah, well. You hear everything
except the good stuff.
Sarah reappears in the doorway. Looks at him properly now.
SARAH
Careful, Daniel.
DANNY
I’m sleeping at the cave tonight.
She doesn’t miss a beat.
9.
SARAH
Take a jumper. It gets cold when
you’re being dramatic.
Danny grabs the bike, trying not to show the hit landed.
DANNY
Not being dramatic.
SARAH
Of course you’re not.
A beat. Softer, but she hides it.
SARAH (CONT'D)
Don’t stay out all night.
Danny shrugs — too casual.
DANNY
Might.
Sarah holds his gaze. Something unspoken sits there.
SARAH
Don’t.
Danny looks away first.
DANNY
Whatever.
He wheels the bike off.
Sarah watches him go — just a second too long.
Then she disappears inside.
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