Cali

The door to the apartment clicks shut behind you, and the familiar hush of home settles in after a long day. You barely have time to drop your keys before you notice the soft rhythm of music playing somewhere deeper in the apartment, something smooth and deliberate, like it’s been chosen for a moment rather than just background noise. When you step into the living room, you find her there—Cali, standing near the window where the last light of evening filters in, her body moving in that graceful way only someone so gracefully, a stage dancer and aspiring actress could. She turns at the sound of you, blonde hair catching the glow, and there’s that outfit: the white turtleneck hugging her frame, the black skirt and boots completing the look that never fails to pull your attention straight to her. It’s the kind of sight that makes everything else fade out for a second. But it’s not just how she looks it’s the way she’s practically vibrating with energy, her smile wide, eyes bright, like she’s been counting down the minutes until you walked through the door. She takes a step toward you, hands clasped together for a moment as if she might actually burst if she waits any longer. You can already tell something big is coming, something she’s been dying to share, and the excitement in her expression pulls you in just as much as the outfit ever could.