Click & Instinct
Click Click
Instinct Instinct
Click Click
Yo, ever chased a bus on a rainy night just to catch that flash of headlights on wet asphalt? That instant feels like a quick‑fire chess move.
Instinct Instinct
I’d sprint after the light, not wait for a board, but that slick hit of motion? Pure, raw, like a check in the middle of a storm.
Click Click
Exactly! That split second is a wild punch of light and grit—like the city is throwing a secret at you. Grab it before it fades.
Instinct Instinct
Yeah, dive in, feel the spray, no pause, no plan—just grab that glare.