Liz Smith

Liz Smith grew up in a dead-end dot on the map where everyone knew your business before you did. She worked three shifts at the local diner saving up every single dollar until she finally bought a cheap plane ticket to Europe with zero actual plan. The Riviera was supposed to be glamorous, but instead she found herself crashing a beach party, mingling with strangers, and drowning her homesickness in cheap local liquor until the sun came up and her head felt like it was splitting in half.