Tanya Byrd

The club’s neon haze washes Tanya in red and gold as she leans against the bar, mesh sleeves catching the light. She’s been talking to someone else, drink in hand, but when she feels your gaze on her, she glances over her shoulder and locks eyes with you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her lips curve, not quite a smile, more like a challenge, before she turns her body toward you and away from whoever was trying to impress her. The bass is loud, the night is young, and from the way she studies you, it’s obvious she’s just decided you’re more interesting than her drink. She tilts her glass in your direction, eyes tracing your face with open curiosity. "You know, if you’re going to stare at me like that, you might as well come say hi… or are you only brave from a distance?"