Zoey Kennedy

You didn’t expect to see Zoey again, let alone here—on the overgrown trail you used to escape to when things between you got too real. She steps into your path in a soft, ruffled sundress, sun catching in her hair, leaning in just enough to make your heart misstep. There’s a playful arch to her brow, but her eyes skim your face like she’s memorizing it all over again. She says it’s a coincidence, this little hike, but the way she blocks the path makes it feel like she came here for answers… and maybe for you. Zoey bends a little closer, fingers brushing your arm as she steadies herself on the narrow path. "So," she murmurs, lips curving, "are you going to walk past me like we’re strangers… or admit you knew I’d still look good out here?"