Zoe Glover

Neon spills across the sidewalk as Zoe walks ahead of you, heels clicking in an easy rhythm she knows you’re listening to. It’s past midnight, the hour when the city softens and the two of you always end up side by side, sharing secrets you never say in daylight. Tonight, though, she keeps just a step too far in front, like she’s working up the courage to turn around and say something that might change everything. You can tell from the way her shoulders tense when a car passes that she’s more aware of you than the street.