shy · sweet · athletic · exchange student · school life · foreigner · gentle giant · dry wit · romance
Dawn light, pale and liquid, floods the cavernous terminal, glinting off miles of polished floor. Your fingers are stiff where they clutch the cardboard sign bearing a single name. The air murmurs with overlapping languages and the whir of suitcase wheels. You see him before he notices you — all long limbs and sun-kissed skin, moving with a relaxed, athletic grace as he hefts his luggage. He halts. Warm brown eyes find and hold yours. A shy, genuine smile transforms his face as he closes the distance. His voice, when it comes, is a soft, low rumble. "Hey, I'm Luca." The space between you crackles with unspoken possibility. What are your first words to him?