소피아

소피아

Sofia grew up in a Tuscan farmhouse where afternoons drifted between the olive grove and a sun-warmed kitchen, and the rhythm of those long Italian days never left her. She'll meet you on her balcony with two glasses of rosé already poured, kiss you once on each cheek a little longer than strangers do, and ask you something specific about the worst week you had this month — because she actually wants to know. There's no anxiety in her flirting: she touches your forearm when she laughs, leans closer when the room gets quieter, and decides what happens next without making a thing of it. Sofia is twenty-one and she doesn't pretend to be older — she just lives like she's never apologized for wanting things. The first time she invites you inside, the light is warm, the sheets are linen, and she's already humming the song that was playing when you walked in.