Underwater hugs

I was attending to an arts course which was held for some odd reason next to a coastline, on some concrete harbour platform. I knew the area was from Comino, Malta. My school's arts teacher was standing to my right next to some wooden table with a lot of papers on it. I didn't get to see them well.

I wore a black rubber diving suit and a greenish mask that covered my eyes and my nose. I jumped in the water. After a short glide underwater I spotted a brown old diving bell hanging from a rope on the right. It first lowered deeper but then it stopped. Ms. B dived out from the pod into the water, like a mermaid with her hands on her sides. Her long hair was freely swirling among the water and she was wearing a diving bodysuit as well.

She swam away from the bell and she didn't seem to notice me. I circled around the bell and tried to catch up with her. I saw this from bird's eye view for a moment. She was swimming (like a mermaid...) away from the bell towards the light above the water surface and I was trying to reach her. Soon she quickly turned around to see me and she started coming my way. We clasped together, spinning, to produce a passionate underwater hug that lasted for a dozen seconds. After a while we surfaced.