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... , a street vendor’s lone call fading around a corner, the rich, smoky scent of roasted corn drifting on a cool breeze.
Their shopping bags swung lightly with each step, the plastic handles creaking a soft rhythm in their grip.
"You know," Luca said after a comfortable silence, shifting the bags to one hand, "if we had taken a cab, we’d already be on the couch by now."
Noel gave him a sidelong look, the golden hour light catching the faint amusement in his eyes. "You were ...
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