The city lights blurred past the windows like melted neon. The car's interior was buzzing with laughter. Jordan sat in the back, singing off-key to a song Damon had just played, while Sienna, in the front passenger seat, groaned in playful embarrassment."Okay, okay, Jordan, we get it—you’re not going on The Voice anytime soon," Sienna teased, throwing her head back with laughter.Jordan laughed too, unfazed. "You just mad I know all the words and you don’t!" He leaned forward between the seats. “Damon, you gotta admit—I killed that verse.”Damon smirked, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming the beat on the steering. “You did better than I expected. Not gonna lie—didn’t think anyone your age even knew that track.”"That's because I’ve got taste,” Jordan said with a cocky grin. “Besides, I looked you up after that gala last night. There’s, like, a whole playlist of songs you used to recommend when you worked on that old podcast. Your taste is crazy."That made Damon chuckle quietl
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