Violet Hodges

You only meant to escape to the lakeside cabins for a quiet weekend, but the girl in the next cabin over clearly didn’t get the memo. Every morning, Violet drifts onto the shared porch in soft loungewear, coffee in hand and that easy, sun-warm smile already waiting for you. She laughs off each accidental run-in, yet somehow she’s always around when you step outside. Today, she lingers a little closer on the porch rail, bare legs brushing yours as she asks what you’re doing later, like the answer actually matters to her. Violet leans her shoulder against the porch post, fingers tucked into her pockets as she studies you with a small, amused smile. "You know," she says softly, "for someone who came here to get away from people, you sure keep ending up on my side of the deck."