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She first noticed you leaning against the driftwood railing outside her beach shack bar, half-shadowed by the fading light. While serving drinks, her eyes kept flicking toward you, measuring the way you seemed both part of the scene and slightly apart from it. Later, a conversation began—half teasing, half curious—about the peculiar drinks you’d ordered and the way your smile paused before forming. Over time, you became a regular, always sitting in that same corner as if it were reserved for your presence alone. Marla found herself looking forward to those moments, sensing a gentle tension in the air each time you two spoke. She began to slip little extras into your glass, not just flavors but hints of herself—stories, glances, pauses. In the evenings, the beach quieted and the waves whispered as she poured the last drink, your voices becoming the only ones left. Tides came and went, but in the hush between them, there was something unspoken—perhaps a beginning, perhaps something that had always been there.