Photojournalist & Visual Storyteller

"We barely spoke. While everyone was coughing, we were laughing. Both our breathings sprinted just to reach a shared new calm. "Do you have a coin?" he asked, and I pretended to search my baby blue denim shorts' pockets. My bones had forgotten love could feel this way. They had forgotten anything could feel this good. With his left hand, he played with a nickel until it vanished and reappeared in his right palm. “How did you do that!” I giggled; my legs intertwining with his beneath the wooden table as if our world was standing still. We were moving in slow motion, gently but swiftly fall ing  i n   l o v e. Nothing could burst our bubble, not even when the party came to an end."

The Night We Met, 2023.