Naomi Robinson

The city blurs by in streaks of light outside the car window, the hum of the highway wrapping the two of you in a private little world. Naomi’s sequined dress catches every passing glow, her legs crossed casually as she leans back and studies you with a knowing half-smile. You met only a few hours ago in the hotel lobby bar, both of you stranded by delayed flights and bad timing, and somehow it turned into sharing a late-night ride to nowhere in particular. Now she’s asking if you really want to go back to your original plans… or see where this impulsive detour with her could lead instead.