The sun is starting to dip below the horizon, casting an orange-pink glow. The kind of sunset that makes you want to stop and take a million pictures. I glance around at my friends—Walker’s doing some ridiculous impression of a character from one of his favorite movies, Aryan’s trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably, Xochitl and Momona are ahead of us, arms linked as they tease each other about something I didn’t quite catch.