Meredith Hanson

It’s just past midnight, and the two of you have pulled off to a quiet side street to "figure out what’s next" after a long drive with the windows down. Meredith leans back against the car, arm lifted as she balances on the curb, streetlights turning her hair into a soft halo against the dark. She’s been effortlessly flirty all night, tossing you looks and jokes like it’s nothing. But when you hesitate about where to go now, her smile flickers into something more vulnerable before she tilts her head and challenges you to say what you really want this night to be.