𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

42.. the embankment market

Minho's smirk widened. "Hey, don't fall asleep on me now, sleepyhead." He teased, nudging her with his foot.

Bea nudged him harder with her foot.

He chuckled, pretending to be hurt. "Hey, careful now. Don't you know you're supposed to be gentle with the men?"

"No, I don't." She deadpanned.

Minho clutched his chest dramatically, feigning hurt. "Ouch, that one stung."

The others laughed, enjoying the banter. The girls collectively rolled their eyes once again.

"You girls are as prickly as a cactus," Hugo joked, throwing a playful glance at the girls. "Not one of you knows how to flirt or tease a man without getting all sarcastic on us."

"That's why they all joined the lesbianism club." Aris smirked.

The room erupted in laughter, even Minho had to chuckle despite his usual suave demeanor.

"Aris, you're a menace," Minho said, grinning.

"Well, except my baby here." Thomas wrapped an arm around Nancy's shoulder.

Nancy blushed, looking up at Thomas with adoration.

Vicky rolled her eyes. "You two are disgustingly cute."

Matt smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled Vicky closer by her waist. "Love's in the air, Vi."

Vicky's face turned crimson as Matt effortlessly pulled her closer.

Minho let out a long sigh, feigning exhaustion. "Ugh, will you two get a room already?"

"Couple goals, gang." Bea weakly cheered before groaning. "They make me feel single."

The others chuckled while Minho patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"Hey, don't worry, beautiful. We'll find you a man who can handle your sarcasm and kick-ass abilities."

"Besides," he added, a sly smile on his face, "you always have me as a backup plan, right?"

"Alright, enough. We've got coordinates to follow. We're currently heading northwest at 41 degrees north and 39 degrees west. So far, so good." Thèrèse interrupted.

The team returned their focus to the task at hand. The room fell quieter as everyone looked towards Thèrèse for the next instruction.

Thomas was the first to speak up. "So, where exactly are we heading with these coordinates, Thèrèse?"

Thèrèse looked at the coordinates, her eyes calculating. "These coordinates lead us to a potential location where we might stumble across a market near the open sea. It's not a guarantee, but based on the intel we have, it's our best lead at the moment."

The group nodded, understanding the situation. Nancy looked over at Thèrèse, silently impressed by her strategic planning.

As the group discussed the plan, Minho leaned back in his chair, a playful grin on his face. "A market near the open sea, huh? Sounds like a great opportunity for some shopping."

Frypan rolled his eyes, knowing that Minho was up to his usual antics.

Gally added, "Or a possible trap."

"Always the pessimist, aren’t you Gally?" Minho smirked.

"I prefer the term realist," Gally retorted, his stoic expression unwavering.

As the two continued their banter, Frypan interjected, clearly tired of their bickering.

"Guys, for once can you please focus on the mission at hand without turning everything into a dick-measuring contest?"