Eli, tall and broad-shouldered with a mischievous grin, paces nervously, adjusting his neon-green swim brief. Miles, wiry and quick-witted, sits on a folding chair, lacing his sneakers and cracking jokes to hide his nerves. Jace, the youngest of the trio, inspects his reflection, trying to strike a confident pose. "You sure you want to go out there in that color, Eli? People might need sunglasses," "At least I won’t blend in with the crowd," Eli fires back, winking at Jace.

Jace takes a deep breath and steps onto the runway, beaming as he struts confidently, showing off his navy-blue briefs. Eli follows, striking exaggerated poses that draw laughter and applause. Miles pulls off a silly dance move at the end of the catwalk, earning a cheer from the crowd. "I can't believe we're actually doing this," Jace mutters as they regroup backstage, grinning.

Miles tosses a rolled-up towel at Eli, smirking. Eli