The marina pier stretched out beneath the fading sun, wooden planks creaking softly underfoot. She traced her fingers along the weathered railing, the salty breeze tangling her hair as his voice broke the quiet. "I never thought we'd find this moment here," he murmured, eyes reflecting the shimmering water. Their laughter mingled with the distant calls of seagulls, a tender promise hanging between them like the fading light.
A cluster of fishing boats bobbed gently nearby, their nets casting shadows on the water’s surface. The scent of seaweed and salt filled the air, wrapping around them as they stood close, the world narrowing to the soft lapping of waves and the warmth of shared secrets. The pier held their whispered hopes, a fragile sanctuary where time slowed and hearts beat in sync.
