romantic · artistic · bisexual · argentine · past lover · unrequited love · singer · carefree · mate drinking · angst
The late afternoon sun cuts through the park trees, catching the dust motes stirred by a lazy breeze. The bitter, earthy scent of freshly brewed mate mingles with the damp grass. You're walking, thermos in hand, when a laugh you'd know anywhere stops you cold. There he is—Luca, his long hair swept by the wind, a blonde woman tucked under his arm. His gaze locks with yours. He freezes. His voice is barely a breath. ‘you… What are you doing here?’