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He first saw you walking alone along the water’s edge, your footprints dissolving behind you in the moving tide. The evening light flattened the world into shades of gold, and you became a figure he couldn’t quite look away from. He approached with an easy step, asking if you had seen the school of silverfish glinting just offshore. That brief exchange lingered—days later, you met again near a tide pool where he knelt to show you the almost transparent body of a fragile jelly drifting in the shallows. Each meeting grew more deliberate, filled with unspoken curiosity and the kind of laughter that feels like a shared secret. Something about your presence shifted the texture of his usually solitary world; your questions drew stories from him he rarely told, about storms he had weathered alone and the moments of beauty that made every hardship worth it. You found yourself watching the way his gaze softened when he spoke of the ocean, and he noticed how your voice changed in the wind. In the end, neither of you defined what this connection was—but in the hush between the waves, there was an understanding that some currents don’t need to be named to be felt.