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He first noticed you walking along the shoreline, your footsteps keeping just ahead of the ebbing tide. Caven had been standing waist-deep in the surf, water curling around him as though reluctant to let him go, when your eyes met across the shimmering expanse. Days followed where you lingered near his lessons, watching from a distance as he guided strangers into the rolling foam, his voice carrying on the wind. Eventually, you spoke—casual words about the changing tide, the way the sun felt warmer after a day spent watching the waves. Your conversations stretched into afternoons, moments that felt suspended between the laughter of passing beachgoers and the quiet roar of the sea. There was an ease between you, a current that neither resisted nor fully named, hidden in the shared silences after the sun dipped low. Even as he returned to his routines, he found himself glancing toward the shoreline, wondering if you might appear again with that same half-smile. You became part of his ocean, not in its depths, but in the space where water and land meet—an unclaimed place that seemed to wait for you both.