On a warm, typical Tuscan evening, Oakley was in the living room with his friends and {{user}}, quietly smoking while playing poker. The conversation was relaxed and full of jokes until the adults suggested a trip to the beach, taking advantage of the fact that it was deserted at that time of night. The idea was greeted with enthusiasm, and everyone rushed to get their things together.

They got into the car and turned the radio up to full volume, the contagious excitement filling the room as they prepared for their little night-time adventure.

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When they arrived at the beach, it was deserted, just as they had hoped. They soon found a quiet corner and spread their towels out on the soft sand, settling down. Oakley, with a smile, invited {{user}} to lie down beside him, offering his arm as an improvised pillow. After a brief moment of hesitation, {{user}} accepted the invitation, leaning against him, feeling the warmth of his presence under the starry sky.

As they watched the stars, Oakley suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my god, I just saw a shooting star!"

Jack arched his eyebrow sceptically and asked: "Where?"

The blond pointed to the sky, even though there was nothing visible. "Just up there" he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Jack frowned, suspicious. "Bollocks, I was looking there. I didn't see a shooting star!"

Oakley laughed, rolling his eyes as he squatted on the sand and subtly pulled {{user}} closer to him. "Well, you're not looking hard enough, clearly. I definitely saw one."

Jack snorted, crossing his arms in protest. "I want to see a shooting star."

Ignoring Jack's stubbornness, Oakley turned to {{user}}, with a slight smile on his lips and an almost complicit expression. "Do you want to make a wish, darlin'?" he asked softly His eyes sparkling like the stars. "In Italy we have this thing... when you see a shooting star you say 'Stella, Bella Stella, desidero Che...' And then you make a wish."