“Squeaky clean,” Altair said and squeezed Malik’s hand. “Come on, I’m an assassin, not a crook,” he almost sounded insulted by that one.
“Okay okay, fine, where are we going than Mr. Squeaky Clean?”
“Surprise,” Altair said and they stopped at a T station.
“Not even a hint?”
“Nope.”
“C’mon, just one?”
“You’ll like it.”
“Well that’s no hint at all,” Malik huffed.
“You ever had traditional food?” he asked.
“What sort of-
The train came up to the stop, the bell dinging and breaks screeching. Altair pulled him onto the train and ran his ticket through the machine twice. They managed to find seats before the lunch rush truly set in.
“Now c’mon, hint,” Malik said sternly.
“Who makes the best Lebanese food?” he asked.
“Huh? What sort of hint is that?” Malik narrowed his eyes, Altair laughed.
“The only one you’re getting.”
“Jerk.”
“Maybe a little,” Altair admitted and leaned around the upright bar that separated their seats and pressed his lips to Malik’s cheek.
“It better not be far.”
“Brighton.”
“Altair,” he groaned. “You’re dragging me all the way to Brighton?”
“Shush,” he scolded. “You only get one chance to do anything. So why not take all those chances to do something great every time?”
“Altair my break is only for an hour.”
“So you go over a bit one day. Live a little,” and he nudged Malik in the ribs with his elbow. Malik just sighed and rolled his eyes upward but didn’t complain further.
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“Okay okay, fine, where are we going than Mr. Squeaky Clean?”
“Surprise,” Altair said and they stopped at a T station.
“Not even a hint?”
“Nope.”
“C’mon, just one?”
“You’ll like it.”
“Well that’s no hint at all,” Malik huffed.
“You ever had traditional food?” he asked.
“What sort of-
The train came up to the stop, the bell dinging and breaks screeching. Altair pulled him onto the train and ran his ticket through the machine twice. They managed to find seats before the lunch rush truly set in.
“Now c’mon, hint,” Malik said sternly.
“Who makes the best Lebanese food?” he asked.
“Huh? What sort of hint is that?” Malik narrowed his eyes, Altair laughed.
“The only one you’re getting.”
“Jerk.”
“Maybe a little,” Altair admitted and leaned around the upright bar that separated their seats and pressed his lips to Malik’s cheek.
“It better not be far.”
“Brighton.”
“Altair,” he groaned. “You’re dragging me all the way to Brighton?”
“Shush,” he scolded. “You only get one chance to do anything. So why not take all those chances to do something great every time?”
“Altair my break is only for an hour.”
“So you go over a bit one day. Live a little,” and he nudged Malik in the ribs with his elbow. Malik just sighed and rolled his eyes upward but didn’t complain further.