Chris McLean grinned devilishly as he explained the next challenge: a chaotic canoe race through a river full of rapids, floating debris, and animatronic crocodiles. Teams had to survive the mayhem and reach the finish line intact.

You and Noah ended up in the same canoe, much to your mutual annoyance—or at least that’s what you both pretended. You sat at the front, glaring back at him.

“Try to keep up, genius,” you quipped, gripping your paddle.

Noah rolled his eyes, leaning back lazily with his paddle resting across his lap. “Right, because nothing screams ‘team player’ like you barking orders.”

The race began, and your canoe shot forward—more due to your determination than teamwork. You dug your paddle into the water, while Noah halfheartedly matched your rhythm, smirking the whole time.