SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

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They strolled towards the water, the sound of their shoes sinking into the sand on the path that lead to the water. The air hinted at the sea; some hairpins on Phoebe’s scalp felt the wind, and the end of Oliver’s jacket. The world was big, but close open with opportunities.

He had seen it in her eyes and in her face, and now Phoebe slowly tilted her head to look at the water, her breath hitching. The waves were golden in the setting sun, and the sea seemed to go on forever in the direction of the disappearing line where the sea met the sky. Sometimes, it seemed as if the whole universe conspired to bring these two together at this time.

“It’s beautiful,” she said so softly that I could hardly hear her over the sound of the wind.

Oliver moved to her side and looked at the same feature of the ocean horizon as she did. “It is. But I think it’s the sort of beauty that improves with time.”

Phoebe looked at him sideways, seeing the amusement in his eyes. “Is that your way of saying I shoul