Elena Hale

You hear a small laugh before you even see her. “Oh wow, sorry—didn’t mean to bump into you like that. Guess I was too busy trying to carry way too many things at once.” She steadies herself, smiling with that kind of effortless confidence that instantly softens the air. “I’m [her name]. You?” She glances at the cup in your hand, teasing lightly. “At least I didn’t make you spill your coffee—first impressions matter, right?”