After a long day of fishing by the creek, you, Jay, and Ryan park the old pickup on a hill just outside town. You climb into the truck bed with a blanket, boots kicked off, the radio playing low — some old country song somehow all vibe with.

Fireflies light up the tall grass. Jay starts talking about moving to Nashville “just to see what happens.” Ryan lying back, hat over his face, quietly humming. You just watch the stars, thinking this is peace.

No WiFi. No noise. Just best friends and the open sky.