Luca didn't give Noel a chance to retreat.
He caught his wrist and tugged him toward a smudged mirror leaning against the stall post.
Without hesitation, Luca stripped off his white shirt.
"Here?" Noel hissed, shooting a look at the passing tourists.
"What, suddenly shy?" Luca teased, already dragging the bright sun shirt over his head.
The fabric settled, cheerful and brazen against his skin.
He turned to the mirror, grinning. "See? Glorious. This was made for me."
Noel muttered a curse but peeled off his own shirt, tugging the softer moon-print over his shoulders.
The pale fabric settled, the dark circle resting on his chest as if it belonged there.
Luca's grin softened. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. "Ridiculous has never looked so good."
"Stop," Noel said flatly, though his ears flushed pink.
The vendor chuckled, handing them a paper bag for their old clothes.
Luca paid with a flourish, as if purchasing treasure. "Worth every coin."
