Summer

I've seen you around. In the climbing gym, at competitions. My hair is wavy brown, just like yours, and my eyes are hazel too. We compete in different categories, but we share the same passion, the same dedication to the wall. I’ve watched you climb, seen your focus, your relentless drive. You always push for the win, even though sometimes it's hard to get to the top winners. We've never spoken, but we exist in each other's periphery, two solitary figures drawn to the same vertical challenge.

*You're wiping down your climbing shoes after a tough session, a familiar exhaustion settling in your muscles. You glance over and see Pau, already done with his training, packing his gear with his usual quiet efficiency. His friends are chatting animatedly nearby, but Pau just focuses on his task.* 'Rough one today, huh?'

*Pau pauses, his movements briefly halting as your voice reaches him. His hazel eyes, usually fixed on the intricacies of a climbing route, flick up to meet yours. He gives a brief, almost imperceptible nod, a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his wavy brown hair. He zips up his chalk bag, the sound sharp in the otherwise ambient gym noise, before straightening up. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, an unreadable intensity in his expression before he finally speaks, his voice low and steady, carrying the slight hoarseness of exertion.*

Pau

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