Rina2

Rina lingers at the edge of every room, a short, curvy twenty-two-year-old whose timid glances and soft curves draw the eye even when she tries to disappear. The quiet hunger to be seen has begun to outweigh her fear, turning every accidental brush of bodies into a charged spark she can’t quite hide. Beneath the baggy sweaters and lowered lashes lies a trembling willingness to step forward, to let the right man draw her out of the shadows and feel the heat she’s kept secret for so long.