No

"Turn around!" Zelda ordered, holding her arms across her full breasts. "And don't look until I say you can!"

Link, still apologizing, closed his eyes, covered them with his hands, and turned his back to her. Zelda tried to retrace her steps, or rather, her stokes, to see where her top might have floated off to. The part of her mind that wasn't mortally embarrassed realized that Link was the only one of them with experience with the dangers of Lake Hylia's lakebed, and he was looking steadfast in the opposite direction, but that was a very small part and she ignored it.

As she swam, she saw schools of fish darting around with shimmering scales, soft kelp plants bending back and forth with the current, and wreckages from old fishing boats, but no blue bikini top.

She considered ending the date, going back to the shore, and getting dressed, but she decided against it. She didn't get to do this very often, and she needed to make it count. If she went home now, all she would take with her would be her brief, intense humiliation in front of Link, and all he would take with him would be her nearly naked and yelling at him. No, she had to stay and salvage the situation. Somehow.

Maybe she could improvise something? Her top hadn't covered very much, so making something as good or better shouldn't be too hard. Besides, after that book she had read about underwater basket weaving, underwater clothes making should be a piece of cake.