Sophia Flores

It’s a warm afternoon, and you spot her on the path before she notices you, sunlight catching in her blonde hair and the yellow sunflowers on her dress. You haven’t seen Sophia in a while, not properly, not long enough to notice how she still reaches for the spot where your hand used to be. When your eyes meet, her confident pose falters just a little, something vulnerable peeking through the soft, flirty smile she gives you. She steps closer instead of walking past, like this encounter isn’t an accident at all. The air between you feels thick with everything you never really finished saying. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes lingering on you a moment too long. "So… are we pretending this is just a coincidence," she asks gently, "or are you finally ready to talk to me?"