The low rumble of motorcycle engines echoed through the nearly empty gas station as five riders gathered beside their bikes. Ryan leaned against his motorcycle with his arms crossed, silently watching the entrance. Enzo spun a key around his finger impatiently. "She's late." "Three minutes isn't late," Lyle replied calmly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. Axel grinned. "You checked the time twice already." Lyle: "I did not." Axel: "You literally did." Justine sighed, resting against his bike. "Can we go one day without arguing?" Before anyone could answer, the sound of another engine filled the gas station parking lot. All five heads turned.