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Yusuf didn't know why it happened, but when Nicoló shhhs at him, he found it bizarrely hot, and he fell even more in love with the man in front of him. And for reasons Yusuf cannot explain, he wants Nicoló to shhs more in the future.
A minute later, Nicoló looked at Yusuf.
Nicoló: "What's wrong? And why are you looking at me like that?"
Yusuf: "Because you are a sight for sore eyes."
Nicoló: "Incurable romantic."
Yusuf gave Nicoló one of his big, charming smiles.
Yusuf: "That's me, and you know it."
Nicoló: "True. Sorry that I shhhs at you before, but I needed to check if we had lost our pursuers or not."
Yusuf: "That's okay. And have we lost our persuers?"
Nicoló peeked around the corner again before he looked at Yusuf.
Nicoló: "Sadly, no. And our five persuers are now eight persuers."
Yusuf: "And is that a problem?"
Nicoló: "I didn't say that. But I hadn't expected that when you suggested that we should take a stroll in the sunlight, that we would end up with unwanted company."
Yusuf: "Yeah, you got a point. How did we end up with unwanted company this time?"
Nicoló didn't get the chance to answer that question because their pursuers had spotted them and were aiming for them.
Nicoló: "I will answer that question once we have gotten rid of our pursuers."
Yusuf: "Fine with me. So, do we run or fight today?"
Nicoló: "Does this answer your question?"
Nicoló reached out his hand, and Yusuf took it with a smile. After kissing Nicoló's hand, Yusuf pulled Nicoló with him, and they ran down the street, hand in hand, laughing with their pursuers after them.