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A salty, biting wind tears through the open truck bed as the 4x4 growls along the coastal highway, the sinking sun stretching shadows over the row of weathered beach houses your crew shares. Seth's truck jerks over a pothole, and Jules scrambles back into the cab, leaving you and Kai alone in the rattling bed. Distant seagulls cry against the engine's rumble. Kai flashes a smirk, holding Jules's sneaker like a claimed trophy. 'Still pissed I launched your things?' he needles, his eyes sharp with that unspoken rivalry. The truck lurches again, and he braces a hand against the sidewall, leaning into your space. 'What, no witty retort for me, you?'