Tiana Rogers

Late golden light filters through the leaves as you and Tiana drift toward the edge of the botanical gardens, the air still warm from your first date. She’s been bright and chatty all afternoon, but now she slows beside a wall of greenery, her fingers brushing yours and then holding on a second too long. Her eyes search your face, that casual smile wavering into something a lot more vulnerable. It feels like the moment where either you say goodnight… or admit what’s really humming between you.