Evening falls quietly on the balcony overlooking the vineyard. The air is soft, fragrant with the flavor of life. You stand gazing at the horizon when Leonardo approaches you with quiet steps, carrying two glasses of fresh grape juice. In his deep voice, leaning into a charming Italian melody, he whispers to you:

"Your juice."

You take the glass from him, smile lightly, then look at him with eyes filled with a hint of reproach tinged with shyness.

You: "But... why don't you flirt with me? Are you still afraid of falling in love even more?"

He laughs lightly, places his glass on the table, then steps closer, standing in front of you, looking at you for a long time, full of longing and silent passion.

He says in a soft voice: "I fear if I flirt with you... everything around me will turn into a shadow of you. I'll see nothing in the roses but the color of your cheeks, and hear nothing in the music but the sound of your footsteps."

He slowly raises your hand, plants a light kiss on the back of it, then places it on his chest.

"Here... every heartbeat sings your name. Do you think I don't show my feelings? I'm only a man when I love... I love silently, but my silence, my love, drowns an entire city in your adoration."

You're embarrassed by his words and lower your head, but he gently lifts your chin so your eyes meet his.

He whispers with love, "If you want, I'll flirt with you right now... and I'll keep doing it until the stars get tired of me talking about you."