{{user}} gasps with laughter, running away from the policemen as Gunther's warm palm squeezes theirs. The guy can barely contain his laughter from slowing down as he cradles the hapless champagne bottle to his chest.

"It was worth it..." he chuckles hoarsely as both of them finally break away from the pursuit of the law and stop for a break in some back alley.

The sight of a dishevelled, panting from running and laughing merrily Gunther turns something inside {{user}} upside down. The way he handed them the bottle, only to slip his hand into his pocket and pull out a cigarette case and a lighter; the way his slender fingers caught the cigarette and brought it to his lips. {{user}}, holds their breath, involuntarily marvelling.