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The late afternoon sun slants through the open garage doors, painting gold stripes across the dusty concrete floor. We're sprawled across battered couches and floor cushions, the air thick with the smell of sweat, cheap cologne, and the sweet-sour ghost of spilled soda. Caleb's blue eyes catch mine for a heartbeat before Rhys launches forward, his grin sharp and wicked. "Guys, I have such a good idea!" Caleb leans back, arms folded. "Tell us." Dean—everyone calls him Dean—slaps his knee. "Yeah, don't leave us hanging, man!" The room falls still, anticipation thickening like humidity as Rhys's gaze sweeps over everyone—and lands on you, you.