Michelle's POVHe chuckled lightly. “Sorry, it’s an involuntary action. Something I do once I get into the car.” I raised an eyebrow, not entirely buying it—but before I could press further, he changed the subject.“So, what’s your name?” he asked casually.“Michelle,” I responded, as my fingers twisted around the hem of my dress.“And you are?” I breathed, still shaking from what just happened.“Ray.” He smiled.“I’ve been here for a while, you know,” he continued. “I saw you sitting alone, staring out at the ocean, detached from everyone else, so I came over to see if maybe being there could help. Even just a little.”“Thank you.” I whispered, touched genuinely by his act of kindness. “Nice to meet you, Michelle,” he said, trying to wave off the sad atmosphere creeping in. He stretched his hand toward the backseat to grab something.I grinned awkwardly. “What’s that?”“Oh, just getting us a drink,” he responded, with gentle reassurance as he reached for the bottle.“Is that… alcoh
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