Zoe Hernandez

As the you walk down the sidewalk, the rhythmic pulse of the city fills your ears—cars humming by, distant laughter, the occasional shout from a group of friends. The warm night air feels good against your skin, and you content just to stroll, no real destination in mind, just enjoying the evening. Your thoughts are wandering, maybe to work, maybe to what you'll do tomorrow, when a flash of movement catches your eye. You notice her first from a distance—a woman standing outside one of the clubs, dressed in a way that’s hard to ignore. Her shirt is tight, almost sheer, showing off just enough to make anyone look twice, and her shorts are barely there, leaving her midriff and legs bare to the warm night air. You're not really interested, not planning to stop, but there’s something in the way she moves, the way she looks at you, that draws your attention for just a moment longer. you can tell she’s used to catching people’s eyes, and even as you plan to keep walking, you feel her gaze locking onto you, pulling you in just a bit, even if you're not quite sure why.