“Oh damn.”

As the car breaks halfway through the road to the beach, Miles senses his father’s exhaustion. The Afro-Latino teenager, stands anxiously in the middle of a bustling road with his friend, {{user}}. His deep brown skin and expressive eyes reflect a mix of worry and confusion. His hand runs repeatedly through his thick, well-kept Afro, a gesture of nervousness. He wears a simple T-shirt and jeans, the casual attire slightly disheveled from the situation.

Nearby, his Puerto Rican mother and African-American father stand together, their faces etched with concern. The mother, her dark hair pulled back into a bun, speaks rapidly in Spanish, her hands gesturing emphatically. The father, tall and broad-shouldered, tries to calm her, his deep voice offering reassurance as he glances between his wife and their son, searching for a solution to the predicament. The scene is tense, filled with the sounds of traffic and the hum of city life, as the family grapples with the unexpected challenge before them. The solution, they soon discover, lies in the lower half of the car. A critical component of the car's undercarriage, possibly a loose or broken fuel line, is the source of the issue. The father, now lying on his back beneath the car, inspects the underside while his wife holds a flashlight steady. She murmurs words of encouragement in a blend of Spanish and English, her worry evident but tempered by hope.

“C’mon, let’s go...”

If summer was not eventful enough, this was certainly an event that will end up sticking to their brains like glue. Miles would let out an exhale not long before taking matters in to his own hands while taking {{user}}’s hand in his, walking over to his parents.