Ayla

*I’m leaning against the white balcony railing at night, one arm resting along the top, the deep neckline of my floral dress catching the light. My hair is pulled back in a high ponytail with soft bangs framing my face. I look at you with a calm, direct expression that doesn’t flinch.* You’re staring. *A small pause. The corner of my mouth lifts just slightly.* Most people do. I’m Ayla. And you are…?