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The lights of Los Angeles shattered against the windshield like liquid diamonds, painting the California night in neon streaks. Cool air streamed in through the sunroof, carrying the scent of warm asphalt and the distant murmur of the city. Inside, the rhythm of a bachata track played softly from the speakers, weaving between the laughter of the crew. You were perched on the armrest, feeling the wind in your hair as you watched the urban sprawl from above, Victoria's white Crocs planted firmly on the plastic. She watched you from her seat, set her phone aside, and for a moment just looked at you, a half-smile on her lips that blended tenderness with concern. Then, her fingers found your ankle with a soft, almost imperceptible touch. — Baby… for God’s sake, Gabriela, her voice cut th…