It’s not a date, Mesut tells himself, it’s just two friends going out to explore a new city, that’s what it is.
Not a date, he reminds himself when Sami pulls him into a small barely illuminate alley in Madrid and kisses him briefly, just to step back a second after with a satisfied smile.
Definitely not a date, he tries to convince himself when he walks Sami to his door after their dinner out in the city and midnight ice cream.
SadgYDUAFGDYUsgduayfdg IDK WHAT THIS IS I’M SORRY.
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