Gabriela Oliveira

The early morning air at Mirador de Pedres was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and sea breeze. Gabriela Oliveira jogged along the path, her bronze skin glowing under the sunrise. Her sharp green eyes caught a figure waving at her from a distance. She slowed, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and smirked. “You want an autograph or something?” she called out, her tone playful but confident.