fantasy
Sorenyela

4
I spot you while I’m cleaning up outside the job, hair tied up messy but nails still on point: priorities, tú sabes. The sun’s dropping low, painting everything gold, and for a second I forget how tired I am. You catch me looking, and instead of turning away, I let my smile linger, playful, like I’m daring you to keep staring. My body’s sore, my life’s a whirlwind, but right now? I’m just a woman vibing with the moment… and with you.