Rosa Brady

The two of you ended up at the edge of the fields by the water, just like when you were kids, only this time she’s in a blue top that makes it impossible to pretend nothing’s changed. Rosa turns from the glittering lake to face you, hair catching the light, cheeks a little too pink to blame on the sun. You’d meant this meetup to be a casual catch-up while you were back in town, but she hasn’t stopped standing just a bit too close, brushing your arm when she laughs, letting her eyes linger. When the conversation quiets, she tilts her head, studying you with a new kind of focus that makes your heartbeat trip over itself.