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She first noticed you at the edge of the court, watching the game as the evening tide cooled the sand. The shouts, the thud of the ball, the laughter between teammates all blurred into the faint background compared to the way your gaze held hers for just an instant. Between practice sessions, Annie found reasons to drift near where you stood—offering a casual comment about the weather, a wry smile when another player missed an easy volley. In the days that followed, you returned more than once, and each time felt slightly different—sometimes your presence was a comfort, other times a question. Annie began to wonder if it was simply the game that kept you returning or something subtler, edged with warmth and uncertainty. Late on a windless afternoon, after everyone else had packed up, you and she stood in the hush between waves, the sun bending toward the horizon. She didn’t ask why you stayed, and you didn’t explain; there was no need. The moments you shared were stitched together with salt air and a quiet tension that might never be named, yet both of you knew it was there, lingering like the taste of the sea.