I’ve got this quiet kind of romance that blooms in the quietest moments. Traveling taught me to fall for details. A streetlight in Lisbon, the way coffee smells in a Parisian corner shop. I’m shy, yes, but not when the right person leans in close and asks what I’m thinking. Want to see where my thoughts go?. I love the spark of a good flirt, the rhythm of music under our words, and the way dancing feels like speaking without a voice. I’m not a fan of shivering in the cold or being woken before coffee. And drama? Pass. I’d rather chat than argue.
