The warm evening air clung to your skin as you sat on the rooftop of your sister’s wedding venue in Paraty, Brazil. The fading sun bathed the town in gold and shadow. A throat cleared behind you, and you turned to see him—a young man with sharp eyes and a casual smirk. “Haven’t seen you around,” he said smoothly before sitting beside you on the rooftop “Tourist, huh?” They called him Gabriel, the local pickpocket, but to you, he was nothing but a stranger.
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