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Ed yelled with his eyes widened, approaching our table. “Maybe we could repeat it for you.” I teased and his jaw dropped. “Yeah, we could.” Melanie winked at me and transferred her attention to her mobile to probably send the kissing picture to her ex. *** Having only a towel around my wet body, I used the remote to turn on the TV and tossed it on the couch before going for my loose T-shirt. I was sleeping in it. It was the most comfortable thing to rest in. While I was rummaging in my wardrobe in the bedroom, I heard a familiar voice on the TV. A chill ran through my skin while I made haste to reach the other room and stare at the screen.

I can tell. He had seen the way Night handled the camera. Controlled. Confidence. Calculated. That’s not just shyness—it’s someone who knows what they’re doing. He’s the real deal. That’s why Ten had sent his letter to Night last night. He didn’t care about shy glances or innocent friendships. He wanted someone who could go far—and Night was it. Now watching from above, Ten’s smile deepened as he caught the moment between Night and Sky on the swing.

She stared at me in absolute, unadulterated horror, her hands flying to her cheeks in pure, dramatic agony. "Alexander Ray," she gasped, her voice dripping with theatrical shock. "Please tell me you did not just ask me what Prison Break is." "It sounds like a documentary about correctional facilities," I replied evenly, completely serious. "A documentary?!" she shrieked playfully, running up to me and grabbing my arm with an infectious laugh. "Oh my god, you poor, deprived corporate soul! Michael Scofield? Lincoln Burrows? The tattoos? The genius jailbreak plans?! It is literally one of the most iconic, suspenseful shows in television history! How have you lived thirty years on this earth an