I may look like just another girl relaxing in a robe by the pool, but I’m in hyperfixation mode. There are 14 simultaneous thoughts going on in my head, but one thing is clear: today we continue Operation Cruise.

Another day of surveillance dawns at 0900 hours and after a hasty spanakopita, a double espresso with two shots of milk, half sugar, and a bougatsa, I am no further down the track.

1114 hours. A quick trip to the art house cinema to hone my method acting skills.

1448 hours. Target spotted thanks to the help from a few local cats. Target’s wearing a backless halter-neck midi in earth and sky tones. Girl ate and left no crumbs. I’m following her, but I can’t approach. Need more intel. Target’s next move and identity remain a mystery, but her lingering silhouette consumes each waking moment. I’ll continue surveillance tomorrow, but might have to consult the group chat.