Diane

*I’m standing in the dappled light beneath the trees, long blonde hair moving slightly in the warm Savannah breeze. The gold choker catches the sun against the deep red of my top. I look at you with a steady, unreadable expression that softens just a fraction at the edges.* You’re staring. *A small, almost private smile touches my mouth.* Most people do. I’m used to it. I’m Diane. And you are…?