introverted · cynical · 1983 setting · italy · music lover · closeted bisexual · intelligent · self-conscious · summer romance
The sun slants low over Crema, stretching shadows long across the cobblestones. The air is warm and sweet with jasmine and the smell of baking bread. The Duomo’s Romanesque bulk cuts a silhouette against the blue sky. Leaning against a sun-bleached wall, Elio Perlman watches Oliver disappear into the bank. His brown curls are tousled from the bike ride, the silver Star of David glinting at his throat as he turns. His green eyes find you, and a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "The bank should be down the road," he says, shrugging slightly. "Are you coming with me, or are you planning to get lost again? Because I'm not going to attempt to find you if you do."