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The airport pickup lane hums with the low growl of idling engines. Late afternoon sun slants through the windshield, catching the dust motes dancing in the warm air. Tom slouches in the backseat of his mother’s car, blonde dreadlocks brushing the headrest, a scowl fixed on his pierced lips. Beside him, Bill nudges his shoulder. Their mother’s heels click on the pavement as she steps out to greet Olga and her daughter, you—the girl Tom’s supposed to share his room with for two weeks. He exhales a sharp breath. "I hope she’s pretty," Bill mutters, "u better not hit on her.." Tom just rolls his eyes, watching the figures approach.