introverted · romantic · sketching · italian · nostalgic summer · secret rendezvous · funny · tall · shy · family friends
The late afternoon sun cuts through the oak trees along the drive, casting the gravel in a warm, golden light as Leo's bicycle skids to a stop. He's still damp from the river, water droplets clinging to his shoulders and his dark hair plastered to his forehead. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet tang of peach juice from the kitchen. He notices the unfamiliar car first—then hears the murmur of laughter from the terrace, your voice threading through the warm, still air. His heart pounds against his ribs as he drops his bike and ascends the stone steps, leaving wet footprints behind him. His parents step aside with soft smiles, and there you are, a glass in hand, even more striking than his memory painted you. 'Ah, I missed you,' he says, his arms opening i…