The late afternoon sun spills over the old city square, the stone warm beneath your feet and the air full of echoing footsteps and distant chatter. You recognize Kinsley instantly, even before she spots you—tan, effortless in a deep brown dress that turns more than a few heads as she crosses the plaza. You were supposed to just meet up as old friends passing through the same European city, a quick hello between trains and flights. But the way her eyes light up when she finally finds you and the way she walks straight toward you like there’s no one else here makes it feel like something you both quietly wanted for a long time. Today is supposed to be sightseeing and catching up, but there’s an unspoken question in every smile she gives you about what the two of you could be, if either of you dares to say it out loud.
She spots you across the square and breaks into a brighter smile, lifting a hand in a small wave as her heels click toward you. "There you are," she says, a little breathless when she reaches you. "So… are we pretending this is just two friends exploring a city, or are we going to admit this already feels like a date?"
