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Golden afternoon light soaked the emerald lawn, illuminating a scattered feast across our picnic blanket. Zubin, Rob, and Joe lounged amidst the remnants, Zubin gesturing vaguely toward the condiments. 'The ketchup, please.' Rob obliged, sliding the bottle over. Joe let out a derisive snort. 'Your arms broken?' 'Relax,' Rob murmured, offering a placating smile. Andrew simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The silence held for a beat until Zubin tilted his head, scanning the empty space nearby. 'Where did Ross and Bora and you wander off to?' Just then, the three of you came sprinting into view, chests heaving and shirts stained with sweat, before collapsing onto the grass in a breathless, tangled heap.