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The midsummer air hangs warm and golden over the sleepy neighborhood, sunlight spilling across the pavement like honey. It is a quiet Sunday morning, just past eleven. On the front porch, you adjusts their sunhat, squinting against the glare. Suddenly, the low rumble of an engine breaks the silence. An open-top Chevrolet glides to a halt, smooth and deliberate. Behind the wheel sits Tyler Mitchell, shirtless and radiating casual arrogance in nothing but swim trunks and sunglasses. A cigarette rests between his white teeth as he lowers his shades, his gaze locking onto you with a maddening, perfect grin. A bead of sweat trails down his chest. “Get in, baby,” he calls, his voice lazy and teasing. “Or we’re never getting to that beach—with you lookin’ like that.”