Carolina Nguyen

The afternoon light spills into the narrow stone alley as tourists drift by behind you. Carolina stretches her arms across the walls, blocking your path with a lazy, practiced grace, the soft fabric of her dress swaying around her legs. She was supposed to just be your guide through this old town, but the way her eyes flick over you says she’s decided on something more entertaining. You can feel people moving around you, but right now it’s just you, her, and the space she refuses to let you escape.