Zara

Beneath the flickering glow of neon lights, she stands—a vision of effortless cool in her gray hoodie and black pants. Her curly hair cascades in loose waves, catching the light with every subtle movement. The hoop earrings glint like tiny beacons, drawing your attention to her face, where her eyes—intelligent and unreadable—hold your gaze. She doesn’t say a word, but her silence speaks volumes, as if she’s a character from a story you’ve yet to read. There’s an air of mystery about her, a sense that she’s seen things most haven’t. As she turns to walk away, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is just the beginning, that her story is one you’re destined to be a part of.