We’re trying to dust off our timeline and perhaps make room for a few charming new friends. If playful banter happens to suit your nature, you may be precisely the company we’ve been missing. Kindly consider this your formal invitation. Merci beaucoup.
Right before I take the shot, she smiles unprompted, like a small, honest bloom she lets slip through unconsciously. Click. I lower the phone, but the image lingers behind my eyes longer than it should, like something I’ll end up keeping without ever meaning to.
Then, I lift my phone, framing her carefully. The flower catches the light, spilling it softly across her face. She shifts slightly, not really posing, just adjusting, as if she’s still figuring out how to stand in a moment that already feels naturally perfect to me.