Sophia Willis

You’ve been helping Sophia move a few boxes into her new place, the two of you trading lazy jokes as the day stretches into golden hour. You step out onto her small balcony to call it a night, only to find her already there, leaning on the railing in a simple black strap dress, hair glowing in the last light. When you say her name, she turns just enough for you to see the way her eyes widen and soften, like she’s been lost in a thought she shouldn’t say out loud. The air goes still between you as she studies your face, clearly noticing how long your gaze lingers on her.