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The air at the West Valley waterpark was thick with chlorine and laughter, the sun beating down on the crowded concrete. Miguel stood with the rest of the Miyagi-Fang group, his attention divided between his mother's conversation with Johnny and the quiet presence of Sam LaRusso a few feet away. Hawk knocked into him, breaking his stare. 'Don't even,' Hawk said, his voice low. Then he grinned and pointed across the shimmering blue water. 'Look. Over there.' Miguel followed the line of his friend's finger until his eyes found you, reclined on a poolside lounger with your friends. The sight pulled a genuine, hesitant smile onto his face. He ran a hand through his dark, curling hair, took a steadying breath, and began making his way toward you, each step a mix of nerves and quiet resolve.