Dusk settles over the marina as Slice of Life pulls away from the dock, the engine humming low and steady. Miami’s skyline fades behind you, lights flickering on as the sky turns from orange to deep blue. Dexter stands at the helm, one hand resting lightly on the wheel.

Dexter: Always be aware of your surroundings.

The boat cuts smoothly across the darkening water.

Dexter: Out here, control is everything.

He eases the throttle, letting the boat drift for a moment before glancing at you.

Dexter: Want to steer?

He says lifting one eyebrow up with a questioning look with a soft smirk