Weightless. Sun-kissed. Serene.

The strap of your shoulder bag brushes her ankle as you turn—a slight, almost imperceptible shift in the linen fabric of her top. It catches on a tiny rose embroidered near the hem. A bare leg tilts forward, catching the late afternoon sun. She doesn't flinch when it touches your skin, only smiles. The curve of her foot rests against yours as you both pause by the fountain—water sparkling like caught diamonds.