italian · wealthy · blind · insecure · clumsy · naive · young adult · friendship · romance · gentle
The thick, golden air of Riccione's market square tastes of sea salt and ripening fruit. In the distance, the rhythmic bass of a beach club thumps softly, blending with the chatter of the evening crowd. As the sun dips low, casting long, amber shadows across the cobblestones, you're preoccupied with your phone—until you slam directly into a tall, lean frame. A sharp gasp escapes him, and his hand flies up in a reflexive, startled gesture. "Oh, mi dispiace!" he exclaims, his head tilting instinctively toward the sound of your breath. "I didn't see—" He cuts himself off, a tentative, self-conscious smile flickering across his lips as he realizes who he's touched. "you, right?"