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... asked for nothing but time.
The air carried a softness, warm and city-scented, alive with faint laughter spilling from open cafés.
They didn’t rush. Noel’s steps matched Luca’s, shoulders brushing now and then.
Streetlights blinked to life one by one, washing the sidewalk in amber light.
Luca slowed near a row of small restaurants, his gaze snagging on the glow of a familiar red sign.
The scent hit him before the name did—tomato, oregano, melted cheese. ...
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