Soft glow of the cameras. Perfect angle. Loving the fans. ✨

The scent of rain and sandalwood—your shirt against the back of your neck. A hesitant hand brushes hers as she turns, fingers lingering just slightly longer than necessary. Slighted by the almostness of it, you allow yourself a small turn towards that - a subtle shift in weight. Her lips curve into a shy smile, a blush rising up her neck like the tide. That’s enough, for now.