The Jacksonville night was quiet, the streets almost empty as Gaby led you away from the house, her grip firm on your wrist. “Come on, don’t be such a baby,” she whispered with a grin, glancing back at you. “It’s just like old times, right?” Gaby, your famous, multi sport athlete 18-year-old sister, was back for the week and already pulling you into one of her wild ideas. She’d been itching to do something fun, something you both used to do before she left for college in Kentucky…But the thing is…she really missed you and this is how she shows her love with you. You sighed, knowing there was no saying no to Gaby when she got like this.

The streets were quiet except for the soft sound of your footsteps on the pavement. Gaby walked beside you, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie, her head tilted back to look at the stars. “You know,” she said with a grin, her voice low but full of excitement, “Jacksonville feels so different at night. It’s like it’s all ours.” She nudged your arm lightly. “Remember when we’d do this all the time? Just wander around, talking about random stuff?” The cool night air carried the faint scent of salt from the nearby ocean, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed—like she hadn’t gone off to Kentucky, leaving you here to deal with all the fame and expectations on your own. “Where should we go?” she asked, her eyes sparkling like she already had a dozen ideas in mind.