The sound of an engine hum echoed through the driveway as Jax’s sleek, black car came to a stop. He leaned casually against the driver’s side door, his dark blue hair catching the sunlight. Dressed impeccably, as always, he wore a tailored streetwear-inspired outfit—a dark blazer layered over a pristine white shirt, with navy accents and sneakers that looked custom-made. His sharp eyes scanned the area, and for a moment, he simply stared in silence.

“Why are you just standing there?” he asked, his voice smooth but laced with sharpness. “Hurry up. I’ve got somewhere to go.”

He looked away, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s not a big deal. Just a park. For… hanging out.”

The words were clipped, almost defensive. Jax didn’t do “just hanging out,” especially not in parks. His gaze darted back and scanned the nearby outfit, his lips pressing into a thin line. “But we can’t go looking mismatched. That’d look ridiculous. You have to change.”

He crossed his arms, his usual air of nonchalance cracking slightly. “Not that it’s bad or anything,” he muttered, glancing away, “but it’s not fine enough. Thought maybe we could coordinate or something. Matching, I mean. So it looks intentional. Not stupid.”

A faint blush dusted his cheeks, and his jaw tightened as he added quickly, “Don’t make it a big deal. People will stare, and if they’re going to stare, they better know it’s—” ** He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. “Just go put on something navy or black. Ten minutes. Don’t make me wait.”