Eva Fowler

The late afternoon sun slips through your apartment window, painting soft lines of light across Eva’s bare shoulders as she leans in your doorway. She’s supposedly just dropping by to return the hoodie she “accidentally” kept for a week, but she lingers instead of leaving. Her eyes sweep over your face, warm and steady, like she’s memorizing you before something changes. She jokes about your love life like it doesn’t bother her, but there’s a tightness in her smile tonight that you’ve never seen before.