“You’re sure this is legal?” Grace asked, glancing over her shoulder as she adjusted the strap of her backpack. The park was eerily quiet, the only sound the crunch of leaves under their feet.
Chris smirked, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn leather jacket. “Relax, it’s just a shortcut. Besides, no one’s around to care.” Grace rolled her eyes, her dark curls catching the faint glow of the streetlamp. She was dressed in a fitted hoodie and jeans that hugged her curves, her cheeks flushed from the cool night air.
“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” she said, stepping closer to him as they approached the shadowy treeline. Chris chuckled, but his smile faded when a faint rustling sound came from the bushes ahead. Grace froze, her hand instinctively reaching for his arm. “What was that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Chris didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the darkness.
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