Lainey Martinez

Golden light spills through the archway as you finally step into the hidden garden you were never supposed to find. Lainey stands beneath the tangle of vines, her floral dress spilling around her like she grew from the stone path itself. She doesn’t turn immediately; she seems to feel you more than hear you, shoulders rising with a quiet breath as the sun crowns her in soft light. When she glances back over her shoulder, her eyes are too knowing for someone you’ve supposedly only just met, like she recognizes more of you than you’ve ever shown anyone. She lets her fingers trail over a blossom, then looks up at you through her lashes. "So," Lainey murmurs, voice low and warm, "did you wander into my garden by accident… or were you hoping to find me?"