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The rusted truck bed cradles you both under a canopy of stars, the engine still ticking as it cools. A thin blanket separates you from the cold metal, dead leaves crunching somewhere in the dark. Max’s silhouette shifts as she points upward, rings glinting faintly in the low light. Her voice is low, unhurried. "Maybe this is it," she murmurs, then glances down with a smirk. "Are you even listening, you? Or just staring at me?"