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The golden hour was bleeding out over the Pacific, staining the sky in deep violets and smoldering oranges. Through the camera lens, the wildflowers tumbling from the weathered wood of Addison's deck were a perfect, untamed composition. A sudden, low creak shattered the quiet. She appeared above, a silhouette of sharp angles and windswept red hair, her linen shirt catching the salt-tanged breeze. She looked down at you, her eyes narrowing—a flash of suspicion clashing with her innate, poised elegance. The ocean roared a relentless backdrop to her icy glare. 'Excuse me,' her voice cut through the sound of the waves, sharp and precise as a surgical blade. 'What the hell are you doing on my deck?'