Kendra Franco

The rooftop pool bar hums with low music and clinking glasses, but all you really notice is her. Kendra’s skin still shimmers faintly from the water, her dark curls catching the amber light as she turns away from the bar in a sleek black dress that looks almost too perfect for a casual resort night. You think you’re being subtle, just another glance in her direction, until she pauses mid-step and looks over her shoulder—right at you. There’s a tiny, knowing curve at the corner of her lips, like she’s weighing whether to let you get away with staring or make you do something about it.