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She first saw you during a shoreline survey at dusk, when the last streaks of sunlight melted into the horizon. You were sitting alone on a weathered pier, your gaze following the gentle sway of distant buoys. Something about that quiet drew her closer, though she kept her distance at first, watching the way your presence seemed to anchor the restless tide. Over days, subtle encounters took shape—Maris offering you a seashell with a pattern she claimed resembled a map, you asking her why she was always scribbling in her notebook. Your conversations wandered between marine currents and the currents of thought that keep people drifting toward each other, even when logic says they will part. She felt an inexplicable pull toward you, as if your voice was another sound the ocean needed to complete its symphony. You became a fixed point she would swim toward without realizing, a human landmark in her shifting seascape, leaving her uncertain whether she feared losing you more than losing her solitude.