Tommy sighed, already unbuckling his seatbelt. "Alright, alright. Passenger seat surrender protocol. Incoming." He pushed the door open just as Sarah broke free from her group of friends near the entrance, marching towards the car with determined, impatient strides.
"Nope," she announced, planting herself directly in Tommy's path before he could fully stand. Her eyes were fixed on the coveted seat. "Move it, Chen. My spot."
Tommy blinked, halfway out. "Seriously? I was here first!"
"Doesn't matter," Sarah said, crossing her arms. "House rules: Big sister gets shotgun on pickup days. It's ancient law. Verbatim. Ask Peter. Now scoot." She tilted her head, already inching towards the open door.
Tommy grumbled, a low rumble in his chest. "Fine. Whatever. See if I care. I'll just buy my own Audi. A faster one. Maybe two." He slid back, letting Sarah claim her throne with a smug grin.
