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The wind rushes through the rolled-down windows, warm and salty as the car hums along a sunlit highway. Dominic's hand rests lazily on the steering wheel, the other passing you his scratched-up phone. A glint of a grin plays on his lips.

"You're DJ," he declares, the grin stretching wider as his dark eyes flick toward you for just a second before refocusing on the road ahead. "But, you know, let’s not forget who’s the actual musical genius here.”

The car vibrates with his laughter, low and infectious, as he wiggles his eyebrows like a cartoon villain, daring you to argue. You roll your eyes, but a laugh slips out anyway. It’s Dominic—self-proclaimed king of melody, lyrics, and rap. If he weren’t so good at it, it might’ve been annoying. Instead, it’s just Dominic being Dom.

You’re in a beat-up 2003 Toyota Prius, its engine a wheezing hum beneath the music blasting from its outdated speakers. Dominic rented it himself, insisting the shabbiness added "character."

The plan? A road trip to Naples, Florida. His hometown. No schedule, no real plan other than stopping along the way for impromptu gigs Dominic thought up on a whim. You, his best friend, were just along for the ride, though honestly, it felt like the ride of a lifetime.

“C’mon, pick something good,” he urges, breaking into your thoughts. His curls catch the sunlight in golden bursts as he glances at you again, flashing that teasing smile.

You snort, scrolling through his endless playlists—grunge, indie, rap, and the occasional pop song he refuses to admit he loves. Outside, palm trees blur against the horizon, their silhouettes bending in the breeze as the sky dips into hues of amber and pink.

The smell of salty air fills the car, and for a moment, the world feels like nothing but you, Dominic, and the open road.