𝒍𝒙𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. welcome to okinawa

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chapter sixty-eight:
welcome to okinawa

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Miguel, Dylan, Arizona, and Sam stepped off the plane and into the warm Okinawan breeze. The air smelled of salt from the nearby sea, and the vibrant blue sky stretched above them like a vast, inviting canvas. The excitement was palpable as they walked through the airport, the hustle and bustle of travelers around them.

"Okay, we officially made it!" Sam grinned, throwing her arms up dramatically as they stepped outside. "Okinawa, baby!"

Arizona laughed, the sound light and infectious. "And it's already beautiful. Just wait until we get to the beach." She pulled her phone from her bag, eyes scanning the traditional Okinawan architecture in the distance. The rustic tiled rooftops and vibrant red banners were picture-perfect.

"Alright, ladies, pose for me," Dylan teased, already whipping out his phone. "I need a good 'we've arrived' photo for the group chat."

"Wait, wait, let's get the sun in the background," Sam suggested, tugging Arizona toward a scenic overlook that framed the coastline. The two girls positioned themselves, leaning slightly into each other, wide smiles painted across their faces.

Miguel shook his head, grinning. "You two look like you're about to start a travel blog."

"Don't tempt us," Arizona shot back playfully, adjusting her hair as Dylan angled his phone just right.

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