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One continuous shot, no cuts, 10 seconds. Camera starts tight on her hand picking up the mug then follows it upward to her face in one smooth vertical movement. Seconds 1-3: her fingers curl around the mug handle and lift it slowly from the wooden step. The ceramic scrapes faintly on the wood. Steam rises as the mug tilts. Camera begins tilting upward, following the mug as she raises it — moving from her hand up past her sweater sleeve, past her forearm, toward her face. Seconds 4-6: camera arrives at her face as the mug reaches her lips. She takes a small slow sip, her eyes looking to the LEFT toward the ocean — not at the man, not at camera. Looking away, distracted, somewhere far. The mug rim against her lower lip. Steam curling past her cheek. Her eyes are distant and heavy, the look of someone watching the water the way you watch it when you have seen too much of it across too many years. She lowers the mug a few inches from her lips, holding it in both hands. Seconds 7-8: she blinks slowly. Something shifts. She comes back from wherever she was. Her eyes move from the ocean on the LEFT to the RIGHT — toward the man sitting beside her. Her head turns to follow her eyes, a slow deliberate turn. Camera holds steady on her face as she turns toward him. Seconds 9-10: she is now looking RIGHT at the man off-frame. Her expression has changed — the distance is gone, replaced by something present and almost warm. HER MOUTH OPENS AND SHE SPEAKS one line, looking at him: "You know what's strange about this town? Everyone looks at me like they're waiting for me to explain myself." She takes a small sip after the line. Hold. AUDIO: seconds 1-3: the ceramic mug scraping on wood as she lifts it. The faint clink of the handle. Steam. Wind. Seconds 4-6: her lips on the ceramic rim — a quiet intimate sipping sound. The ocean behind her — waves rolling steady. A single distant seagull cry. Her slow breath between sips. Seconds 7-10: the turn is silent — just the fabric of her sweater shifting as she moves. Then her voice, natural, close, conversational, with the ocean underneath. No music. Diegetic only.