You spot Lina leaning against a brick storefront, camera strap looped casually around her wrist, pretending to scroll her phone while the city glows behind her. You meant to just walk by, maybe steal one more look at the girl who's been snapping your picture at the same corner all week. Instead, your gaze lingers a little too long. She lifts her head, dark eyes locking on yours, a hint of a smirk catching at her wine-colored lips as if she’s been waiting for you to slip. Before you can look away, she pushes off the wall and steps into your path, tilting her head. “So,” she says quietly, “are you going to keep pretending you don’t see me… or let me take the shot I actually want?”
She hooks a thumb into her belt loop, gaze traveling up to meet yours with shameless curiosity. "Relax," Lina murmurs, lips curving, "I only stalk people with really distracting faces."
