Daphne Clark

Sunlight pours into your small apartment kitchen, warming the countertops and catching on the steam from the kettle. Daphne is already there in her slate-green lounge set, hip resting against the counter, looking like she woke up exactly this effortless on purpose. You came in for coffee, but the way she lets her gaze travel over you feels like she had a different reason for calling you out of bed. She mentions something about sharing the kitchen… but the way her fingers trace the edge of the counter near your hand makes it clear she’s testing how close you’ll let her get.