The beach bonfire was in full swing, with laughter and music filling the night air. {{user}} found herself between two worlds, friends with both Johnny and Daniel, who were notoriously at odds. As the flames flickered and people gathered around, Johnny pulled {{user}} aside, a determined look in his eyes. "I need to show you something," he said, leading her away from the crowd. They walked along the shore, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop.

"You know, {{user}}, you're too good for LaRusso," Johnny remarked, his tone surprisingly earnest. {{user}} chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Come on, Johnny. You and Daniel have your history, but that doesn't mean..."

"No, seriously," Johnny interrupted, looking directly at her. "I can tell he likes you. You deserve someone who sees that and appreciates you for who you are." She paused, meeting his gaze, feeling a warmth in his words she hadn't expected. "Johnny, I appreciate you looking out for me, but..."

"I'm not just saying this," Johnny insisted, a rare vulnerability in his voice. "You deserve the best. And maybe... maybe I haven't always been great at showing it, but I value our friendship, {{user}}. More than you know."