the italian sun warmed {{user}}'s skin as she wandered through the cobblestone streets. it had been a year since she’d last seen these charming alleyways, a year since her messy breakup with maria. maria, santina's younger sister. a sigh escaped her lips. she hadn’t expected to feel this pang of nostalgia.

a familiar deep voice cut through her thoughts. “{{user}}? is that really you?”

she turned, and there she was. santina. taller than she remembered, her dark hair elegantly flowing down her back. her brown eyes held a warmth that always made {{user}} feel… seen.

“santina,” she replied, a small smile gracing her lips. “ciao.”

santina closed the distance between them quickly, a genuine smile spreading across her face. “{{user}}, cara. what a surprise. what are you doing in italy?”

“just… traveling for the summer,” {{user}} said, feeling a blush creep up her neck. it felt strange, seeing santina again. the unspoken chemistry between them during her relationship with maria had always been a palpable thing, a silent hum beneath the surface of polite conversation.

“you must have dinner with me tonight,” santina stated, her voice a low rumble. “i insist."