Disclaimer: I'm not Cornelia Funke. Honestly.
„I think we should celebrate," Scipio had said to him. He had just successfully solved his first case with Victor, and had all but dragged Prosper into his little boat outside on the canale. They were sitting next to each other quietly, eating pizza, drinking coke, and simply enjoying the warm night air and the beautiful view. After a while Scipio had put his arm around Prosper's shoulders, who had half-leaned into the awkward embrace. Later that night Scip's kisses tasted sweet like Coca-Cola, and when he nibbled on Prosper's upper lip, Prop felt lightning strike right into his belly.