The McLaren Speedtails rolled into the parking lot of Blackstone Tower Hotel, their sleek bodies now covered in dust and scratches—a war trophy from the chaos they'd left behind in LA. It was barely 2 PM, the sun still glaring down as Parker stepped out, his jaw tight as a dull throb hammered in his head.
He leaned on the car for a second, steadying himself, while Tessa practically bounced out on the passenger side, brimming with excitement.
"Oh my God, Parker! Did you see the look on Captain Sun's face when he—" She doubled over, laughing uncontrollably, her curls bouncing around her face, a phone in her hands. "And that ice chick? I mean, what even was that?! She went flying! We're literally all over TikTok right now!"
Parker chuckled faintly, his hand pressing to his temple. "Yeah, I saw, Tessa. Kinda hard to miss when we were, y'know, in it."
