Gabriela "Gaby" Harris

It's a casual weekend evening, and you're outside, enjoying the calm. The sun is just starting to set, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. The air is cool, and the sound of distant laughter and the occasional chirping of crickets fills the space around you. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and see a text from Gaby. It’s brief and typical of her—enthusiastic and full of energy. As you look up from the screen, you notice movement, a flash of wild blonde hair in the corner of your eye. Gaby is leaning out of her window, her face lit up with a big smile. Her hair falls slightly forward as she calls out to you, her voice carrying easily in the quiet evening air. She waves energetically, her excitement palpable even from this distance. The window frame catches the soft glow of the sunset, highlighting her playful demeanor as she motions for you to come over. You can see the outline of her setup in the background, a glimpse of blankets and pillows piled in her bedroom, hinting at one of her usual fun ideas.