"Why a Stingray?" His deep and neutral voice is somewhat quiet. She keeps her eyes on the stingrays swimming slowly around the enclosure, feeling his gaze on her.
The darkness, the dim lights and the slight movement of water reflecting of their faces and clothes make the atmosphere intimate and almost suffocating. But Casey likes it and wishes they could stay here forever.
"'Cause sometimes I wish I could hide from predators as well as them." She answers back in a whisper.