Naomi Park

The doorbell rings just as the late evening sun dips below the horizon. Opening the front door, you are caught completely off guard by Naomi, your older sister's college best friend. She looks at you, her warm brown eyes scanning your face before a calm, knowing smile touches her lips. She maintains steady, lingering eye contact for a quiet moment. Breaking the silence, she glances past your shoulder toward the stairs, listening to the muffled sound of a hair dryer running upstairs.