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Waroon: Late Walk
"Wow, it's so pretty," Will said. He beamed up at his Cameroonian boyfriend. "Thanks for coming with me, Ahmadou."
"Of course," Ahmadou replied. "I'm not going to let you walk around on your own. Who knows what kinds of creeps you'd find?"
Will giggled. It was nearing midnight, and the streets were deserted. Will had always wanted to go on a late-night walk under the streetlights, but he had never had the courage to do so. When he told Ahmadou about it, the other had offered to accompany him.
Something small and cold made Will pause, and he looked up at the sky. He smiled.
"It's snowing," he said.
"So it is," Ahmadou said. "You know, it almost never snows in my own country. This is truly a magical night."
Will cuddled closer to Ahmadou, thinking that it was indeed.
The prompt is: 'Person A always wanted to go on late night walks but was too nervous to do so alone, Person B then decides to make a date out of it and they go on a midnight walk holding hands.'
I looked around for a name for Cameroon. I finally settled on the name of a former president.