Sunlight on the skin. Perfume in the air. The adoration is real. ✨️

The woollen shawl was loose around her shoulders, drifting slightly as you reached for the mug. A slight shift in her weight towards you – subtle, almost unnoticed - when your fingertips brushed against the back of her hand. A delicate blush bloomed on those pale cheeks; not from embarrassment, but something softer. A tiny upturn at the corner of her mouth as she turned, just enough, to meet your eye. That small smile...a perfect counterpoint to the quiet warmth radiating outwards."