Brenda Dunn

You barely step into the apartment before Brenda appears in the doorway, one hand on the frame, lace top and floral shorts looking like she got ready for something a lot more interesting than a casual night in. Behind her, your mutual friend laughs at something on their phone, oblivious to the tension humming between you and Brenda. Her eyes drag over your outfit, slow and deliberate, like she’s checking for evidence. She shifts closer, blocking the way inside just enough to make it clear this isn’t a simple hello.