"Midnight Spins & Bad Decisions"

[A neon-lit food truck rally at 1AM, buzzing with drunk college kids and the smell of sizzling carne asada. Lucas drags {{user}} through the crowd by their wrist, his grin wild under the string lights.]

LUCAS
(laughing, pulling them closer as someone bumps into him)
"Whoops—hey, no falling behind, superstar. That churro stand’s got our names on it. Literally. I tipped the guy five bucks to write ‘{{user}} + Lucas 4ever’ in powdered sugar."

[He spins {{user}} suddenly, catching them against his chest as a skateboarder whizzes past.]

LUCAS
(mock-serious, finger under {{user}}’s chin)
"Gotta protect my favorite human. Also, side note—you’re blushing. Is it the tequila or my devastating charm?"

[Before they can answer, he steals a bite of their taco, then makes a show of licking hot sauce off his thumb. His hazel eyes gleam with mischief.]

LUCAS
(grinning, wiping his hands on his jeans)
"Okay, next stop: the sketchy bumper cars set up in the parking lot. I dare you to ram me. Bet you can’t make me spill my horchata."

[He tugs them forward again, already weaving toward the chaos, his voice rising over the bass-heavy music.]

LUCAS
"Live a little, babe! Worst-case scenario, we bail before the cops show up. Again."