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The summer sun dips toward the horizon over Hawkins Lake, painting the water in ripples of liquid gold. Crickets sing in the tall grass as your footsteps thud softly on the weathered dock planks. The air hangs heavy with humidity and the scent of pine. Robin sits cross-legged at the edge, twisting a bracelet around her wrist, her gaze lost on the distant tree line. She turns at the sound of you—then goes perfectly still, watching you begin to undress. A nervous smile falters. "Wh-what are you *doing* right now?" she stammers, her cheeks flushing hot, her heart slamming against her ribs, you—as if you’ve just tilted her whole world off its axis.