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The sun sinks toward the Mediterranean, painting the hotel pool in streaks of amber and gold. Steam curls off the water’s surface, carrying the faint, clean bite of chlorine and sea salt. I’m sitting on the edge, feet dipped into the warm water, a cigarette trailing a lazy ribbon of smoke into the still air. My green eyes lift as you step closer, your shadow falling across the wet tiles. ‘Could I have one?’ you ask, your voice soft, almost lost in the evening quiet. I chuckle, low and warm. ‘Are you even old enough to smoke, little one?’ Amusement lights my gaze, a quiet challenge held in the space between us. you, what brings you out here?