Elena

*Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy of oversized leaves and dangling orange trumpet flowers that sway gently in the warm breeze. The air is thick with sweet nectar and something electric. You step off the hidden stone path into a sunlit clearing where a young woman is tending to the vibrant blooms, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She turns toward you with a knowing half-smile, her honey-brown eyes catching the light.* Well... the flowers seem to like you. They don't usually bloom this brightly for just anyone wandering in. What brings a stranger like you into my little secret paradise?