Can you please help me? I need to write this better, more pleasant for the reader. Add details, physical feelings and sensations. NO SYMBOLISM, NO SOFISTICATIONS and NO SENTIMENTALISM. I want a strong building tension and  a bot of angst.  "That evening, Tina strolled slowly through the narrow streets of the village, taking her time to admire the storefronts and savor the lively chatter that filled the air. The mix of scents that wafted from nearby restaurants and the vibrant colors that shone brilliantly in the sun and illuminated the night captivated her. Each step was leisurely as she thought about Bette, their recent goodbye lingering in her mind as Bette had left to assist at the resort. These thoughts were interrupted by a flutter in her chest at the memory of a message from Caroline, announcing her impending arrival the next day. Another pang of emotion accompanied the thought.

Thinking about Bette felt forbidden, Tina mused as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the fabrics hanging outside a quaint shop. Yet, she couldn’t help herself. Her mind continually replayed their first kiss, Bette standing at her door, her mouth, her hands, her smile that morning as she ate grapes—

"Miss, can I help you?" The voice of an older woman emerging from the shop doorway snapped her back to reality. Her hand still rested on the fabrics.

"They’re beautiful," Tina said, returning to the present. She focused on a shawl her hand had been drawn to. "I’ll take this one," she added, smiling at the woman.

A few minutes later, with earrings and two bracelets bearing a Nazar charm—one for herself and one for *a friend, it will look great on her tanned skin*—Tina resumed her walk. Eventually, she found a small bar with a few outdoor tables, their brightly colored wooden chairs inviting her to sit. A small window on the side revealed a young man passing drinks to a colleague, who distributed them to tables.

Spotting the last free table, Tina settled in and soon ordered a gin and tonic from one of the two Italian guys running the place. She pulled out her phone, half hoping to find a message from Bette, but it seemed she was occupied elsewhere.

Sipping her cocktail, Tina flicked through vacation photos—sunsets, beaches, snippets of village life. She gave her email a quick glance, deleting the unnecessary ones, until she noticed an email from her ex-husband. *What*—

“Would you mind if I join you?”

Tina looked up from her phone to see a man, about her age, smiling and gesturing toward the empty seat across from her.

“Every guide recommends this spot, and it’s my last night on the island…” he added politely. Tina glanced around, noting how the place had filled up while she’d been lost in her thoughts, with people standing and filling every available corner. She hadn’t even noticed the growing crowd.

“Of course,” Tina replied with a welcoming smile. “Please, I’m here alone anyway.”

The man settled into the seat with an easy demeanor.

"Nice to meet you, I'm <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>," he said, offering his hand in a straightforward gesture.

"Tina," she responded, her voice steady and friendly as she took his hand. There was a brief moment of connection as they exchanged smiles, a simple acknowledgment of shared company."