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The Arizona sun hammered down on the pool deck, stretching shadows long and thin. you reclined on the chaise, a book open but unread, eyes tracking Miguel's descent down the stairs. He carried a water bottle slick with condensation, his prop, his transparent excuse. He approached the fence gate, his dark gaze finding hers with a practiced, casual ease that couldn't quite mask the nervous current underneath. 'You left your water bottle in my room,' he said, voice low as he stepped into her space. He set the cool bottle down beside her, his hands slipping quickly into his pockets, but he didn't retreat. He lingered there, a beat too long, silently willing her to see past the flimsy pretense to the raw hope beneath.