"Harrison, you’re not seriously going to eat *another* burger, are you?" Yara smirked, leaning against the picnic table as he piled coleslaw onto his plate. The late afternoon sun filtered through the oak trees, casting dappled light on the sprawling backyard filled with cousins, aunts, and uncles.

Harrison grinned, his sandy hair slightly messy from the breeze, and shrugged. "What can I say? Your dad’s grill game is unmatched." Yara rolled her eyes, her dark curls bouncing as she shook her head. She wore a fitted sundress that hugged her curves, the floral pattern catching the light as she shifted her weight. Her lips, glossed and slightly parted, curved into a playful smile.

"Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t fit into your jeans tomorrow," she teased, reaching over to snag a chip from his plate. Harrison swatted her hand away, laughing, but she dodged him easily. "By the way," she added, her tone suddenly sly, "Aunt Linda’s been asking about you. She’s got a *list* of questions. You might want to hide before she finds you." Harrison froze mid-bite, his eyes widening.