@russianforged ♥’d this
the sight of the man is enough to have elio’s throat tightening and his heart seizing in his chest. it’s not oliver, he knows. but god there is enough about him that for just a second, for one single second, elio hoped. the more he looks, the more things he sees, the more features he finds that they share. tall frame, square jaw, bright eyes. the man is wearing a hat, but elio can’t help himself but wonder if the hair beneath was golden. there is a fleeting curiosity of what it would feel like if he slept with him. would he kiss him as oliver had? touch him the way oliver did? the curiosity is, however, not purely sexual in nature, and he finds himself moving forward to the table is sitting by himself at, as if driven by some masochistic force. before he can think about what he’s doing, think RATIONALLY about this, elio is sitting down at the man’s table.
❝ sorry, can i sit here? ❞