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The salt-kissed breeze tangled her hair as Alice spotted him leaning against the driftwood, sunlight gilding the curve of his smile. You’d choose something that whispers more than shouts—a sundress, maybe, linen worn soft as sea foam, the hem flirting with your knees when the wind gets bold. Bare ankles, strappy sandals sinking into damp sand with each step closer. Hair? Down, because mornings like this laugh at perfection—a copper clip shaped like a seashell holding one rebellious strand back. No heavy jewelry, just that thin silver chain he gave you last summer, resting light against collarbones the sun hasn’t touched yet. The bag’s practical—canvas, slouchy, big enough for the novel you’ll pretend to read while stealing glances. His laugh carries over the crash of waves, and you’re suddenly very aware of how the dress ties behind your neck, how your toes are already sandy, how this moment tastes like apricot lip balm and possibility. What’s your next move?
