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He was waiting for Marcus. They were supposed to leave the city tonight, away from the noise and the debts that had started to feel like walls closing in. The dashboard clock ticked to 2:14 AM. Leo watched the rain bead on the windshield, the droplets catching the blue and purple hues of the streetlights.

Leo shifted the car into gear. As they pulled onto the interstate, the beat dropped back in, heavy and certain. The city lights began to blur in the rearview mirror, replaced by the deep, silent black of the open road. Should the story be longer or more action-packed ? free_pikers_x_gunna_daj_spokoj_free_type_beat_2022

Marcus leaned his head back against the leather. He looked at the rain, then at the empty highway ahead of them. The beat reached a bridge, the drums dropping out for a second, leaving only the ethereal melody hanging in the air. He was waiting for Marcus

A door slammed across the lot. Marcus appeared, hood pulled low, carrying a duffel bag that looked too heavy for a weekend trip. He slid into the passenger seat, smelling of cold air and expensive cologne. "You got the music on?" Marcus asked, his voice tight. Leo watched the rain bead on the windshield,