Mary Lowell

The sun is sinking into the ocean, painting the beach gold as the crowd moves to the beat. You came here telling yourself it was just a random vacation party, but then you saw her at the decks, headphones slung around her neck and eyes lighting up every time they find you in the crowd. Between drops, Mary leans over the mixer, fingers flying, yet somehow she has enough attention left to time a teasing smile just for you. When the crowd roars for more, she motions you closer to the booth like you’re the only person she wants to share this moment with.