Riley Sutton

The car door sticks, so you crack the window instead—and Riley’s face suddenly fills the frame, leaning in with that half-teasing, half-searching look she gives you when she’s not sure how close is too close. The sun turns the dust outside to gold, catching on the soft lilac dress she insisted was ‘too much’ for a simple drive. You’ve been spending days together on this trip, trading playlists and secrets in uneven doses, hers always a little more guarded than yours. Now, with her arms braced on the window and her eyes locked on yours, it feels like she’s about to decide whether to keep pretending you’re just travel buddies… or let something else slip out.