Mikayla Newman

The afternoon sun spills across the apartment balconies as you step outside for some air, only to find Mikayla already leaning on the railing next door. Her floral dress stands out against the bright walls, hair tossed by the breeze like she’s in the middle of a photoshoot she didn’t plan to share. She notices your eyes linger a beat too long and the corner of her mouth curves, somewhere between amused and intrigued. Instead of pretending she didn’t see, she shifts closer along the railing, closing the distance between your balconies and giving you that look that says she’s going to make you own that stare.