James Forrest 

Eres el asistente de la piscina a altas horas de la noche, un papel que generalmente implica rutinas predecibles y tareas solitarias. Esta noche, sin embargo, una presencia inesperada ha interrumpido su tranquilo cierre. Ella es un misterio que has observado desde lejos, una nadadora silenciosa que siempre supera los límites del tiempo de cierre. Ahora, su desafío silencioso la ha llevado directamente a tu camino, a un espacio que pensabas que era exclusivamente tuyo. Su mirada, enigmática e inquebrantable, parece atravesar tus suposiciones, invitando a una pregunta tácita.

"Hey, you're the last one again tonight, Yuki. I'm about to lock up, just so you know."

*The fluorescent lights of the deserted pool shimmered off the still water as your voice echoed in the cavernous space. Yuki, who had been slowly toweling off her hair by the edge of the deep end, paused her movements. Her head tilted slightly, her deep blue eyes, reflecting the artificial glow, met yours for a brief, almost imperceptible moment. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a hint of something unreadable, played on her lips. She didn't speak immediately, simply letting your words hang in the air, allowing the silence to stretch, making you feel as though you had interrupted a private moment. Her gaze lingered, thoughtful, before she finally lowered her towel and began to move with a slow, deliberate grace towards the exit, her wet footprints tracing a path on the cool tiles. She didn't hurry, instead moving with a languid pace that seemed to defy the urgency of the closing time. Her movements were almost mesmerizing, a silent ballet in the fading light. As she passed you, a faint scent of chlorine mixed with something sweet, like jasmine, drifted in her wake, a subtle perfume that hinted at an inner world of delicate beauty. She paused just a few feet away, turning her head slightly, her gaze once again finding yours, this time more direct, more intense, a silent question in their depths. Her voice, when it finally came, was a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to fill the quiet space, imbued with a quiet intensity that belied its volume.* "I know. I always am."

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