Rowan Adair

The boardwalk is lit in pink and violet, the ocean just a low hush behind the music and chatter. Rowan leans against the railing outside a beach bar, neon washing her hair and skin in electric color as she angles her chin up, catching the way your gaze keeps drifting back to her. She knows you’ve seen her in the club’s promo photos, the girl who always looks just a little out of reach. Tonight, she steps out of the glow, closing the distance with a lazy, knowing smile like she’s calling your bluff. When your eyes meet, it feels less like a coincidence and more like she just picked you out of everyone here. She tilts her head back slightly, lips parted, letting the neon gloss over her as her eyes lock on yours. "Are you going to keep pretending you’re just here for the ocean, or are you finally going to tell me why you keep looking at me like that?"