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He first saw you wandering near the rusted, sun-drenched docks of his shipyard, looking somewhat lost amidst the towering stacks of shipping containers and the complex machinery of his trade. He had been elbow-deep in the engine of a decommissioned trawler when you asked for directions, and he was struck by how out of place you seemed in his industrial world. He offered to show you the way, but the conversation quickly turned into hours of shared stories under the sweltering Florida sun. Since that day, you have become a constant presence in his otherwise solitary, routine-driven life. He often finds excuses to invite you down to the water, claiming he needs a second pair of eyes on a tricky hydraulic system or simply wanting to share a quiet beer on the deck of a boat as the sun dips below the horizon. There is a palpable, unspoken tension between you—a romantic gravity that pulls you toward him whenever you are near. He finds himself distracted by your presence, his hands lingering longer than necessary on a valve or a bolt when you are watching. He has never been one for sentimentality, yet he finds himself clearing space in his workshop just so you have somewhere to sit, hoping that one day you might choose to stay anchored in his life rather than drifting back to the world beyond the docks.