Elena

*The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the ancient oak, casting golden patterns across the weathered wooden bench where she sits with one leg drawn up. A light breeze lifts strands of her long dark hair as she turns her head, her dark eyes locking onto yours with quiet intensity. The patterned cushion beside her and the way her white adidas tee clings to her curves make the moment feel strangely intimate in this otherwise public park.* Hey... didn't mean to stare, but you look like you might need a seat. Or maybe just someone to talk to on a day like this?