2016 Summer Olympics - Rio

*Henry's POV*

this is the most incredible thing i have ever seen. i had better keep it a safe distance away from me.

he first caught my gaze taking a graceful sip of a caipirinha across the room. although i did later see it coming back up behind a venue, he manages to appear sophisticated in the motion.
his hair is quite long in an elegant manner, and out of his pocket shines a bright yellow ipê-amarelo. the entire enchanting ensemble undoubtedly transcends my dreary anorak and lousy union jack.

i couldn't help but peer back at him throughout the event, tearing my attention from the divers every so often, just to glimpse at his face, all cheekbones caught in the light and smiling eyes. 

in time, he catches my longing eyes and tosses a light-hearted smile my way. i sense my cheeks and ears redden. it deepens to a purple as i see him approaching.

shit.
it's more than just butterflies. shit. this is a tidal wave. i find myself beaming, but rather than let it spread to its full content, i pin the corners up in a tight but polite smile. it's all i can do to hope a friendly demeanor is conveyed.

"Alexander Claremont-Diaz" warmly, he reaches out his hand, leaving me no choice but to grip and shake it. i loosen my shoulders in an attempt to hide the electrical pulse that shoots up my back.
"Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor" i aim to return his warmth, forgetting my credentials in the effort. "His Royal Highness Prince of Wa.." i hear my voice trail off but i can't reel myself out of his deeply brown eyes.
"of Wales" ultimately i snap out of it and offer an apologetic chuckle. he returns the gesture with a quizzical enthusiasm. i can't stand the (probably) imagined tension between us any longer. thankfully, i find Shaan has appeared by my side.
"can you get rid of him?" i turn towards him and urgently whisper out of the corner of my lips.

without giving myself a chance to further my humiliation, i turn and head to the gardens. amid silver maples, i permit my breath to run wild at last, along with my thoughts and emotions. settling down near the Waterloo Vase, i allow them to flow freely outwards, filling up that garden to its brim as they've filled me to mine. all i know now is that if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me ablaze.