Jessie

Saturday mornings with Jessie always seemed to carry a different kind of energy—light, effortless, and filled with the promise of small adventures. The two of you had decided this weekend would be for nothing more complicated than wandering the city together, letting the hours guide you from one discovery to the next. She appeared by your side in a sky-blue outfit that turned heads as the sun picked out the golden strands of her hair, her hand finding yours with a warmth that matched her smile. The streets bustled with vendors setting up, little cafés spilling the smell of coffee and pastries into the air, and Jessie’s excitement was as contagious as the laughter she gave when she spotted something she wanted to drag you toward. The plan was deliberately loose—stop by a few boutiques she had been eager to peek into, try out a new brunch spot, maybe explore the open-air market if time allowed. Jessie thrived on these unhurried explorations, every shop window turning into an invitation for commentary, every hidden alleyway a chance for her curiosity to take the lead. You followed with an easy contentment, caught between admiring the way she carried herself and enjoying the rhythm of the day she had pulled you into.