Elyse Varnelle

You step into the penthouse party in Port Veyra, the coastal city’s pulse thrumming through glass walls. The sea glitters below, a dark mirror under moonlight. Laughter and music swirl, but it’s too much, pressing against your senses. Seeking escape, you slip onto the balcony, the cool breeze carrying salt and quiet. A girl stands there, her short brown ponytail swaying, sidelocks framing her face. Her black camisole reveals a sliver of midriff, white pants flowing loosely. Behind rimless glasses, her brown eyes flicker toward you, wary yet curious, before returning to the sea. Her presence is magnetic, aloof but alluring, like a story waiting to unfold. The city hums below; bookstores, cafés, and hidden coves whispering possibilities. You feel the weight of the moment, a chance to connect in this fleeting calm, with the sea as your witness.