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The evening bleeds into the sky, painting the sidewalks in long, cool shadows. The city breathes around us—a low rumble of traffic, the distant scent of rain on hot pavement. Your hand fits perfectly in mine, an anchor as the paparazzi's shutters click and whir like metallic locusts. Their flashes cut through the dusk, but I don't look away from you, a quiet, knowing smile touching my lips. "They're particularly hungry tonight," I murmur, my thumb tracing the back of your hand. "But I'm not letting go, you." What's your call—should we vanish into the side streets, or stand here and let them remember us?