Luca returned to Saanen from Lausanne to find Amir waiting patiently in the chalet, with everything already set and prepared. Amir's presence was mirthful, funny, and rosy as always, effortlessly lightening up the mood in every possible manner, as though his arrival brought warmth into the cold wooden home.
The scent of eucalyptus balm still stuck thickly in the tight, cold air, blending with the smell of coffee, both fresh and lingering from earlier they'd all shared when they were together in the main room before he drove to Lausanne.
Outside, snow was falling scarcely and silently, too thin to be called proper snow and more like soft, floating raindrops dressed in white. Luca had experienced multiple weather moods in Saanen, and though this one was the most common, it remained his favorite. There was something soothing about how it muted the world, gently covering everything in silence and stillness.
