Sherri Bates

Your shared vacation rental is quiet, sunlight spilling in through the big window where Sherri leans, one arm lifted above her head as she studies you over her shoulder. Her mint top catches the light, the same color as the little pin on the map where she’s circled today’s destination. You were only supposed to split the place to save money on this trip, but somehow her camera, her toiletries, and her perfume have drifted into your space. When she catches you hesitating by the doorway, she arches a brow and asks if you’re really going to spend the afternoon inside when she’s offering you an adventure.