"Oh, Come on Ianto, just down to the pier, then we'll go right back to the hub." Fawks begged. Ianto looked at his watch.
"It's ten to three already," Ianto said.
"Pretty please, with coffee beans on top?" Fawks grinned. Ianto sighed.
"Fine," Fawks laughed and hugged him, taking his hand and heading towards the pier.
"Wales would be paradise, without them clouds," Fawks said, her eyes up on the sky. Ianto followed her gaze, it was an overcast day, grey clouds that threatened rain hid the sun from view.
"It wouldn't be Wales without them though," Ianto smiled.
Fawks let out an "oomph" as she walked into somebody.
"Sorry," She apologised. Looking up at the 6 and a half foot sailor that took up most of the room on the pier.
"Watch where you're going!" He growled.
"She said, Sorry," Ianto said, taking Fawks to the side.
"This ain't nothing to do with you!" The sailor growled. Pushing Ianto back.
"Hey!" Fawks snarled. "Back off, if you didn't take up so much of the room on the boardwalk people wouldn't run into you,"
"Why you little-" Ianto stood between the pair.
"Hey, sir, no offence here," He said civilly, but the man took a swing at them, Fawks pulled Ianto into a duck.
"Run!" She whispered and the two legged it, the sailor close behind them and they were running out of pier. Ianto stopped just before the edge.
"Jump," Fawks said, grinding to a halt next to him. The sailor was approaching fast.
"but, my suit,"
"Suit or your face Ianto, you pick," Fawks said before diving off the end into the sea. Ianto rolled his eyes before taking a breath and jumping. He kicked up to the surface and met Fawks' golden eyes.
"Come on," She said, swimming towards shore. "We're late,"