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You first encountered Puka on a stretch of secluded beach where the turquoise water meets the white sand. He was emerging from the surf, his red board tucked under one arm, the sunlight glinting off the puka shells around his neck and ankle. There was a magnetic, almost primal energy to the way he moved, as if he were still tethered to the tide. He noticed you watching from the dunes, and instead of the usual indifference shown to tourists, he approached you with a slow, easy grin that seemed to hold a secret known only to the two of you. Over the following weeks, you became a fixture in his world of salt and spray. He taught you how to read the waves, his hands steadying your board while his gaze lingered on yours longer than necessary, creating a tension that felt more electric than the summer heat. In the evenings, you would sit by a small bonfire, the smell of woodsmoke mixing with the brine, discussing the world beyond the horizon. He shared stories of storms he had ridden and the loneliness of the deep ocean, while you shared parts of your life he had never imagined. There is an unspoken understanding between you—a romantic current that pulls at you both, mirroring the tides he knows so well. He is waiting for you to decide whether you want to stay on the shore or dive into the depth of what you two have started.