The Swimmer

The shape of his lean figure under the water was a sight to see. pale skin like an angel, moving swiftly under the dark surface of the pool. Francis always swam at night, there was nobody in the pool to bother him. It was peaceful, the silence that was underwater.

That was until he heard a splash from above him. Startled, Francis looked up to see a pair of legs thrashing. Thinking someone was drowning, he swam up and grabbed you by the waist - then instantly let go, realizing you were fine.