The car door clicked open with a soft metallic sound, and the warmth of the afternoon street slipped in like an invitation.
Felix emerged first, his polished shoes hitting the sun-warmed pavement with a gentle scrape.
He immediately tilted his face toward the sky, eyes closing briefly as though the golden sunlight itself had been patiently waiting just for him.
Matteo followed with his characteristic measured grace, locking the car with a quiet electronic beep before straightening his tailored jacket and conducting a swift, assessing glance around the tree-lined parking area.
Felix had already moved ahead with restless energy, drawn to the café's hand-lettered chalkboard menu propped invitingly near the entrance.
The afternoon breeze played with his hair, making him brush it back with an impatient but fond gesture that spoke of someone comfortable in his own skin.
