The sunset over the old European boulevard is ridiculous, painting everything in warm gold as traffic hums around you. Elisa leans back against the stone railing in her wine-red satin dress, shoulder brushing yours, and stretches her arm out to snap a selfie of both of you. You were supposed to just be travel buddies on this spontaneous city escape, but the way she angles her body closer, claiming that spot at your side, feels anything but casual. A few drops of unexpected drizzle speckle the pavement, and she laughs, tugging you under the building’s overhang with her, hair catching the fading light as she looks you over like she’s about to say something she can’t take back.
She tilts the phone so you’re both perfectly framed, rain-soft light catching her smile. “Okay,” she murmurs, thumb hovering over the screen, “caption ideas: ‘just travel partners’… or should I finally post what we really look like together?”
