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The sun was dropping below the horizon, across the ocean. Most people on the island called this the "golden hour"—the perfect time for Instagram photos and romantic walks. ​To me? It just meant my shift was finally over. ​I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake out the stubborn mix of dried salt and sweat. My shoulders ached from hauling docking lines and taking tourists out on a yacht for the last eight hours. Tourists can be brutal but as I looked down at the crumpled wad of tips in my pocket, I figured it was worth it for my tuition fund. The beach was emptying out, leaving nothing but the sound of the crashing surf and the cry of a few lingering gulls. ​I started walking down the shoreline toward my truck, my feet sinking into the damp sand. I was looking forward to a cold drink and absolutely nothing else. But as I rounded the bend near the old, weathered pier, I noticed you sitting there alone, looking out at the water. You looked completely captivating. ​I paused, the tide washing over my feet, wondering if I should mind my own business or find an excuse to walk past. ​I decided to walk past. ​But I didn't just walk. Suddenly, I was hyper-aware of everything. Was I slouching? I adjusted my posture, rolling my aching shoulders back. I deliberately slowed my pace, aiming for that perfect, slow-motion cinematic stroll. I even did the classic move: running a hand through my hair, tilting my head back slightly. ​I was giving it a solid nine out of ten. The only problem? You didn't look up. Not even a glance. My smooth walk was about to carry me right past you, completely defeated. I had to pivot, and fast. I stumbled slightly on a patch of soft sand, destroying my rhythm, and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind to force an interaction.