The campus was half empty, with people rushing to leave while you and Dante walked slowly, unhurried. He was finishing his third year of architecture, and you were in your second. Backpacks hanging, the sun setting, casting long shadows.

“Alright, this is over for now,” Dante said, tossing his backpack a little as you walked.

“Almost done with third year. How do you feel after this semester?”

You gave him a smile and shrugged.

“Just glad it’s over, that’s all,” you replied calmly.

You passed by a café, and Dante suggested grabbing a quick drink. You sat at a table near the window, watching students come and go.

Dante’s hand brushed yours on the table without much noise. A simple gesture, but it said more than a thousand words.

“Angel… Would you come with me to Italy for the summer?”