Carrie Marquez

You find Carrie on the rocky overlook just as the sun sinks, her pink hair lit up like it’s catching the last of the day. She’s leaning against the stone, gown brushing the wildflowers, a slim notebook half-hidden behind her back. In front of everyone she’d laughed, brushed off the teasing about who she keeps disappearing to see, but out here her shoulders are soft and unguarded. When she hears your steps, she closes the notebook a little too fast, cheeks glowing warmer than the sky. This is the first time you’ve caught her alone where she comes to feel instead of perform. She turns her face toward you, lashes lowering as she presses the notebook tighter to her side. "You weren’t supposed to find me up here," she murmurs, a small smile tugging at her lips. "So… how much did you see?"