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"Doesn't look like our regular backpackers, uh," Louis whispers towards Cliff before starting to walk again. He can't help but feel a bit confused. If his hands weren't occupied, he'd grab his phone to make sure he doesn't have a missed a text from Roger about dropping new visitors on the island with his shipment. Or even from someone in the Dunn family. As owners of the grocers/general store, they're normally the first to know about any visitors. News travels fast on the island and gossip usually goes through the sixty people who permanently live on Fair Isle in less than thirty minutes – ten if the news is particularly juicy. Between whispers, phone calls and texts but, no one is left out of the loop. Theirs is not a land of mystery, no matter how many tourists operate under the flawed romantic notion of outlandish isolation associated with the island lifestyle. Oh, they're isolated that's for sure, cut off from the rest of the world, but certainly not from each other. And Louis was just in town twenty minutes ago! There can only be one reason why he hasn't been warned: this man has slipped through the cracks and managed to reach Fair Isle unnoticed. That's certainly a first. Newcomers, visitors, tourists, friends and family of the locals; no one set foot on Fair Isle without everyone knowing about it. Immediately.

If he's looking for shelter – as Louis strongly suspects that he is – there are only three options on the entire island. The South Lighthouse B&B that Louis proudly calls his own, one small B&B in the village with more affordable prices, and a Hotel on the northern tip of the island. Since the entire population lives in the village down south though, most tourists stay in the area apart from a few hikers, photographers and other outdoors enthusiasts who don't mind abandoning whatever there is of civilization on the island during their stay. Realistically though, since most tourists don't venture up north to sleep, there are only two viable options for people in need of a room. If someone is looking for one, Louis is usually alerted – especially during the drought, the winter months when tourism dies down and every new visitor is an invaluable potential source of income. If the stranger had been seen, Louis would know. So the pacing man managed to reach Fair Isle – and the Lighthouse outside the village – completely unseen. That's... that's different. "Hey," Louis calls out as casually as possible once he's only about ten steps away from the door. The stranger startles, taking a step away from the living room's window he was trying to peep into before turning around to face Louis. Clifford barks and, for one second, Louis thinks he might have to reprimand him, what with the way the man's eyes widen and he takes a small step back like maybe he's afraid. His face smooths quickly into a neutral expression and he extends a hand towards Louis' dog, silently saying hello

Clifford certainly doesn't need to be invited in twice and suddenly he's crowding into the man's space like the badly behaved heathen that Louis proudly raised. Thankfully, Cliff doesn't go for any of his most appalling habits – like thinking he's still a tiny puppy and jumping on people, almost killing them in the process. He just headbutts the newcomer in the leg, saying hello the best way he knows how. He's so strong the man does stumble a little backward, but all in all, it could be worse. "Hey," the man whispers, voice surprisingly deep, while Clifford noses at his hands, starting to lick his long fingers after a few seconds. Louis is so busy looking at the way the man seems deeply unsettled despite not looking uncomfortable under Clifford's attention that he doesn't realise he's being scrutinised himself and when he raises his head again, he's surprised to find deep green eyes focused on his face. "Sorry?" Louis says, automatically assuming he's missed something the stranger has said. He's attractive Louis notices distantly, taking in the pink full lips and tall lanky frame. The man smiles, seemingly without thinking about it, a cold polite thing that doesn't reach his eyes and that Louis hates automatically. He looks sad. "I just said hey." "Oh, yeah. Hey. I said that before, right?" Louis jokes. There's something about the unblinking eyes staring at him that leave him undoubtedly perplexed. "Can I help you?" he still asks, smiling warmly to try and put the man at ease. He points at the black backpack on his shoulder. "You looking for a room?" The man nods slowly, eyes going up to the sign above the cottage door introducing the B&B. "Hum, yeah. Do you work here?" he asks, pointing at the sign. Louis smiles proudly. "Yeah, I'm the owner. I can get you sorted," he replies, approaching the door. Clifford, of course, sees the movement and gets in the way, excited to get back home.