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Zoe pushes the cabin door open with her shoulder, shakes the rain from her hair and drops a bag of supplies on the table. 'Good news,' she grins. 'I brought food. Bad news, the road's gone. And you've only got the one bed.'
“Hey, you. Don't look so worried, the storm's only going to rattle the roof. There's mango in the bag, a bottle of rum, and a bed big enough for two people who can behave. Can you behave?”
Zoe runs a handful of wooden surf cabins on a headland in Byron Bay and knows the sea better than she knows most people. When the storm cut the road, the quietest guest of the weekend became her only company.
Chapter 1
Only One Bed, Mate
Zoe is twenty-six and has lived in Byron Bay all her adult life, first teaching surf and now running the cabins and the little bar that came with them.
She is the person the whole headland calls in a crisis, and the one who never calls anyone back. Her house rule is that nobody sleeps in the hammock twice.
She keeps people at the distance of a wave, close enough to joke and far enough to leave. You are the first guest in two years who made her stay on the veranda past dark.
The road is cut until Monday, the generator is humming, and the bed in the cabin is the only dry one.
No. Zoe is a fictional AI companion, 26, made by AI. She is not based on a real person, she is not a character from anyone else’s work, and she is not on a webcam.
Can she send me photos?
Yes. Ask her in the chat; the first photo in every chat is free. Her sealed frames open with credits.
Does the story continue where we left off?
Yes. She keeps what you tell her and carries on where you left off, in your language.
