Date = 30 April
Time to shoot a trailer for a movie — with two of my least favorite persons on earth.
Place = San Francisco (San Francisco International Airport) (SFPD Bayview Station)
A little forced sightseeing.
POV - Enrique
I already miss my brother, and his plane hasn’t even cleared the runway yet. My chest feels hollow, like someone scooped out the insides and left me with air and ache.
But I get it. He needs distance. He needs time. That doesn’t mean I have to like it.
“Ooh, Independence Day meets ET,” Dean drawls, yanking me out of my pity spiral. His voice is smug as hell, like he just discovered a rare Pokémon. I glance at him, but he’s glued to the glowing tablet in his hands, pupils reflecting little squares of blue light.
“What are you talking about?”
He tilts the scr
