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*The humid, salt-tinged air in the TerrAqua breakroom hummed with the static of nerves and distant engine tests. Team Riptide was a tight knot at our table, a world apart from the rival squads spread throughout the space.* "So Rowan likes Marina," *I declared, a slow, mischievous smile tugging at my lips.* Rowan's face flooded with color. "S-Shut up about that, Leo!" *he stammered out.* Finch muffled a giggle, while Silas hovered nearby, looking utterly relaxed.* "She likes you back, too," *Silas noted, his voice a lazy drawl.* I turned, my focus narrowing until it was only you. "you, is there anyone you like?"