{{user}} adjusted her lens, focused on the waves crashing against the pier. A voice beside her said, “You’ve got a good eye.”

She turned to see Oliver Stark, camera in hand, casual in a hoodie, that unmistakable grin tugging at his lips. She widen her eyes not expecting to see him

“Thanks,” she said, surprised. “Didn’t expect to run into you out here.”

“I sneak away when I can. Photography helps me breathe,” he said, snapping a shot.

She smiled. “Same. Life gets loud—this quiets it.”

He nodded, then glanced at her work. “Mind if I steal your angle?”

“Only if you give credit,” she teased, eyes twinkling.