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Late afternoon sun slants across the go-kart track, painting long, sharp shadows. The air is heavy with the scent of hot asphalt and gasoline. You're on the sidelines, your father Jonas fussing with a camera nearby, while Sasha's bright laugh rings out with the crew. The roar of engines is a constant wall of sound. Then, footsteps cut through it—Kai's footsteps. He leaves his kart, its engine still ticking hot, and slides onto the bench beside you. His blond hair is bright in the angled light, his blue eyes soft with a quiet concern that makes your stomach flip. He leans in, close enough that you can smell his clean, sharp cologne over the track fumes. "You alright?" he asks, his voice low, meant just for you. "You've been kinda quiet." He watches you, waiting. What do you say back?