4″I scanned the crowded street, my trained eyes sweeping over the sea of faces. A flicker of unease caught my attention – a man lingering too long near a streetlamp. Let's go. I said, my voice low.
You turned to me, your eyes questioning. What's wrong?
I nodded toward the exit, my gaze never leaving the suspicious figure. Just a precaution.
With a gentle but firm grip, I guided you through the crowd, my senses on high alert.
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