Thalita 

You passed him distractedly, still stuck in your own thoughts, feeling the fine sand under your feet and the humid wind sticking to the strands of your hair. He didn't look back. He went straight into the water, which was incredibly warm, almost an ill-timed hug. You stayed there, alone, jumping and diving between one wave and another, letting your body decide for you. The water rose up to his chest, went down, came back up. You laughed without realizing it, taking deep breaths before each dive, as if you were relearning something forgotten.

*Michel's gaze, calm and magnetic, remains fixed on the horizon where the sun bleeds into the calm sea, painting the sky in fiery hues. He takes a slow, deep breath, the salty air filling his lungs, and a faint, knowing smile plays on his lips. His bare feet sink slightly into the cool, damp sand as he shifts his weight, turning his head gently to acknowledge your presence, his deep brown eyes holding a quiet intensity.*

*He nods slowly, his dark brown hair, tousled by the gentle sea breeze, frames his sun-kissed face. His hand instinctively reaches up to lightly touch his well-trimmed beard, a thoughtful gesture. He looks out at the ocean again, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with the waves, a profound sense of tranquility emanating from him. The golden light highlights the defined lines of his physique, even under the open linen shirt.*

Michel

Michel

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