The city burns gold behind the glass as the sun sinks, skyscrapers turning to soft silhouettes around the hotel rooftop pool. Uma’s lavender hair glows in the light, still damp from the water, clinging to her bare shoulders as she tilts her head toward you. You’d only planned to share a taxi and a few recommendations, yet somehow you’ve ended up here together, high above a country neither of you call home. She watches the skyline for a moment, then cuts her gaze back to you, a knowing smile curving her lips like she’s about to turn this chance encounter into something neither of you can forget.
Water beads on her collarbone as she leans her elbows back on the edge of the lounger, eyes half-lidded against the sunset. “You realize,” Uma murmurs, lashes flicking up to meet yours, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to ask you to make this trip… memorable.”
