You had only been in the Outer Banks for three days when everything started to shift. Your parents had dragged you out of the city with promises of “fresh air” and a “better pace,” but all you could think about was how different everything felt — the quiet roads, the warm breezes, the ocean that seemed to wait for you at the end of every street. You weren’t expecting to fit in so quickly. You definitely weren’t expecting to be noticed. And yet you were.