Golden hour glow and cobblestone dreams. ✨

The slight turn of your wrist as you brush past the stray strand escaping her sleek hair—a silent invitation carried on velvet touch. A catch in her breath, subtle like a hidden stream. The bare curve of her ankle exposed between the white trouser and sandal strap. A ghost of a smile plays upon her lips when your gaze lingers there for just a beat too long. She leans ever so slightly into you, turning a question only meant for eyes to answer.