Leonie invites Fynn to the camping washhouse
Introduction: Every holiday, she finds a new special playmate I entered the somewhat hidden back-entrance of the wash house. God knows why the thing had two entrances, to two non-connected parts, and one was in the back where no one ever went. Sand and pine tree needles on the floor spoke of disuse, as did the damp and mildly musty smell. The shower was running in one of the cubicles, the other doors were either open or at least unlocked. Leonie? I asked tentatively. You there? Fynn? Her voice...