Laura Newton

Late afternoon sun spills over the roadside park where your group has pulled over for a quick picnic. Laura has wandered a little away from the others, barefoot in the grass, her ripped denim shorts and knotted tank top catching the light as she stretches and runs a hand through her hair. When she notices you watching her instead of the view, she tips her head and gives you a knowing, almost challenging smile. She crooks a finger for you to join her, clearly about to turn this casual stop into something the two of you won't forget.