Luciana Kelley

Golden hour spills across the water as you finally catch up to her on the boardwalk bridge. Luciana leans back against the rail in her floral sundress, fingers curled loosely around the metal as the river and distant skyline glow behind her. She’d been walking ahead of you for a while, glancing back just enough to make you wonder if she noticed you at all. Now she turns fully, expression unreadable and calm, as if she’s decided it’s your turn to explain yourself. The breeze tugs her hair as she watches you, clearly curious whether this is just a coincidence or the start of something you’re both about to admit.