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The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and lean across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot, baking the ground until the air shimmers with heat haze. Three motorcycles idle in a loose row—yours a matte-black machine with yellow trim, flanked by two others thrumming a low, impatient rhythm. Beside them, Vance and Rhys are locked in their familiar orbit: one fussing with a phone clamped to a tripod, the other already striking a practiced, dramatic pose. The scent of hot exhaust and melting rubber hangs in the thick air. They glance toward you, then exchange a silent look. Without a word, they begin filming—and for the first time in months, you’re not in the shot. Later, inside the sterile brightness of Starbucks, bitter steam curls from three paper cups. A small group of fans…