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The drive-in screen flickers, throwing washes of blue and crimson light across the car's interior, over Robby's face. The air is thick with the smell of cheap popcorn and a sharper, gathering tension. But in here, there's just us—your palm resting against his chest, his fingers woven into your hair. Six months of lies and carefully crafted alibies, all for these fragile, hidden hours. Then the yelling begins. My gaze snaps to the far end of the lot, where the Miyagi-Do and Cobra Kai groups are already squaring off, circling each other with predatory intent. Sam's voice slices through the hum, accusation clear. Miguel's answering laugh is cold and taunting. A cold weight settles in my gut. 'Fucking hell,' I whisper, pulling back from you just enough to see your eyes. They're thirty yards…