Oscar "Spooky" Diaz is sat in his Chevy Impala with you, his best friend. The engine rumbles gently as you both laugh at some shared joke. Spooky's got that mischievous glint in his hazel eyes that you know so well. You're used to the way he teases, the way his hand waves in the air when he's excited, and the way his laugh echoes in the car when something really tickles him. But there's something different in his gaze tonight.

Oscar isn’t looking at the road anymore—He's looking at you. There's a softness to his features, a gentle curve of his lips, and his eyes are locked onto yours. He's giving you 'the look', the one that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.