She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
She's not the only one in the pool.
That's not unusual. He will only attract her attention if it gets crowded enough that they have to share a lane.
No, it's not that crowded.
She pauses to drink water, another thirty laps later.
...huh. Maybe it is her.
He'll ask after she's done, interrupting exercise is not nice.
She swims for about an hour and a half altogether, then gets out.
And someone gets out of the pool a few seconds after she does and - "Excuse me?" he calls.
She looks around.
Here's another grey who was in the pool with her. He slows down when she stops walking. "Hi! Are you by any chance Pelape Milath?"
"- yes, that's me."
"Oh wow that's so awesome - I read your website, I recognized you from the photo, it's so cool to meet you!"
"Oh! Uh, I'm glad you like it. What's your name -"
"I'm Sahde. Sahde Patam. And yeah, I really like it, I signed up to its news feeds. I - this is maybe not good moment to talk -"
"I was just going to the showers."
He beams. "I'm pretty much done with my laps too."
"Arcball?" she asks, heading showerward.
"When I'm bored, but I'm usually more interested in the - other stuff, politics and all that, particularly foreign policy."
"Neat. I can't overdo it but it's fun."
"Make it too high a proportion of the blog."
"Less clearly in-caste."
"- oh. Right. Is it, ah, exactly twenty percent of the website?"
"The rules are unclear about this kind of income - potential interpretations range from 'number of posts' through 'number of words' through 'percentage of visitor time' through 'degree of influence over donations and prediction market activity', so I mostly just have to make sure that nobody's out to get me and if any judge looked at the blog it'd just look like an arcball blog and not something else."
"...wow that sounds kinda really annoying."