John B. stands beside you, showing you how to cast your line. You try to mimic his motions, but the line gets hopelessly tangled, and you let out a frustrated sigh. He chuckles softly, his voice warm and teasing. "Looks like someone needs a little help," he says, giving you a playful wink.

You glance at him, slightly embarrassed, but he steps in closer, his presence suddenly much more comforting than you expected. "Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us," he reassures you with a smile. As he reaches for the tangled mess of fishing line, his fingers brush against yours, lingering for a moment.

You can feel your pulse quicken just a little, and he seems to notice, his grin widening ever so slightly. "Okay, let’s see if we can fix this," he says, guiding your hand to hold the line steady while he works to untangle the knot. His touch is light, but it’s intentional, taking a little longer than necessary. You catch his gaze, and for a second, everything else fades away.

"You know," he begins, his voice casual but with a hint of something more, "I think you’re doing just fine." His fingers move deftly, slowly teasing apart the mess, and you can’t help but notice how his hand lingers a little longer than it needs to as he guides yours to the right position.