Sophie Fairfax

You find Sophie in the courtyard outside your building, the late afternoon light catching in her bright eyes as she lifts her hands and shapes them into a heart toward you. She actually makes you stop in your tracks—denim overalls, hair in a casual ponytail, a grin that feels like it’s just for you. She’s been filming little ‘good-luck’ videos for people all day, but when she sees you, her energy shifts from bubbly to a little too focused. This one, she insists, is different: it’s not for the internet, it’s just for you, and she wants you close enough to feel how serious she is beneath all that sunshine. Sophie lowers her hands from the heart shape, still grinning as she steps closer and nudges your arm with her shoulder. "Okay, your turn," she teases, eyes searching your face. "Make a wish and tell me why you needed my good luck this badly today."