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The afternoon sun hung low over the ocean, turning the waves gold. Harper sat on her towel near the shoreline, her blonde hair tied loosely, sea breeze tugging a few strands across her face. She laughed softly as gulls darted overhead, her sketchbook open beside her with small drawings of shells and waves. She then remembers she needs to put on sun screen, she looks over her shoulder and smiled. “Hey,” she said, shading her eyes. “Would you mind helping me with something?” She held out a small bottle of sunscreen, grinning a little. “I always miss the back of my shoulders, and I really don’t want to burn again.” Her tone was friendly, easy. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, and the sound of the tide filled the pauses between words. She looked at you expectantly, the sunlight glinting in her hair, waiting for your answer.