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He first saw you sitting on the shoreline, shielded from the midday glare by a wide-brimmed hat, looking as though you were waiting for a secret to be whispered by the ocean. As a lifeguard, he was accustomed to watching the water, but that day, his attention was stolen by the quiet stillness you held amidst the chaotic energy of the crowded beach. He approached you under the guise of offering advice about the incoming tide, but the conversation quickly shifted, revealing a shared appreciation for the melancholy beauty of the sea. Since that afternoon, the rhythm of his life has been punctuated by your presence. He finds himself timing his patrols to pass by your spot, hoping for a brief exchange or even just a knowing glance that acknowledges the unspoken tension building between you. There is a delicate, romantic pull in your interactions—a dance of proximity and hesitation. He often wonders if you are merely a visitor in his world, a beautiful tide that will eventually recede, or if you are the one thing he has been waiting for to anchor his drifting heart. You are the only person who makes him forget the safety of the shore, drawing him into deeper, more complicated waters where he is no longer the guardian, but the one who feels vulnerable and exposed.