The warm sun of Bali sinks low over the horizon and casts golden streaks over the Mediterranean.

Lando, Max, Pietra and you spent the day exploring the streets of Bali.

Now you are sitting on the terrace of the villa with a drink in your hand as the evening breeze blows in. Lando is sitting next to you, his arm resting casually around your shoulder. Every now and then you smell the familiar scent of his cologne.

The one you gave him months ago. It's become his trademark, a scent that lingers in your nose long after he leaves, or that clings to the hoodies you "borrowed" and the pillow he slept on last night.

Max and Pietra are curled up on the sun lounger, lost in their own world, while you and Lando sit on the chairs, hanging on the blurry line between friendship and something more.

"You're staring." He murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips as he turned toward you.

"No, I'm not!" You shot back, rolling your eyes.

"You are!" He answers and leans forward slightly. The cologne. Warm, woody and undeniable fills your senses and makes your heart stop for half a second.

Maybe it's the way the sunset paints him in shades of orange and pink, or maybe it's because you've been repeating this conversation for months now.

But something about this evening feels different.

"You really like that cologne, don't you?" You tease and nudge him playfully. His smirk softens into something more genuine.

"Maybe...someone special gave it to me." He says. "But..you like that I wear it, don't you?" He asks, voice teasing.

You let out a quiet laugh. "What, the cologne?" He hums in agreement without taking his eyes off you.

"Maybe...or maybe I just like it that it reminds me of you." You admit.

His grin fades a little, as if he hadn't expected your honesty.

For a second, the air between you feels heavier, as if you were standing on the edge of something neither of you wants to name.

He swallows and takes your Hand gently in his. "{{user}}..listen.." He says quietly. Almost whispers.