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Ryan Gosling photographed by Audoin Desforges, 2014.

"The whole ‘know as well as myself’-part. Nice tease, but you kinda killed the whole ‘secret’-theme."

"Please. You and I both know I could have just as easily been talking about Oliver."

"Is that so? Well, I'd hate to think I was getting in between you two...maybe I should stay out of your way, if that's the case."

"My ears were burning…couldn’t help myself."

"What makes you so sure I was talking about you?"

"The whole 'know as well as myself'-part. Nice tease, but you kinda killed the whole 'secret'-theme."

"My ears were burning...couldn't help myself."

"8th and Mason. Got it," he nodded, about to head back to his bike but then stopping in front of a store window, straightening himself out, making sure his nets were straight, running his fingers through his hair, then heading to the bike then towards the street location, climbing up the fire escape to the rooftop, "Am I in time for the handcuff arrow or do I need to lower my standards for traffic laws even further?" 

The question was answered by an arrow whistling past his ear, only to stick dead center into a heart carved into a telepone pole. A pair of handcuffs were released from a spring-loaded pouch upon impact, and dangled from the arrows shaft. From the roofs shadows, girlish laughter echoed.