Gienna
Gienna doesn’t wait to be introduced. She’s already there; leaning in a doorway, catching the light before you do. The kind of frame you reach for on days when you don’t want to explain yourself. Afternoon heat, arms draped, music playing somewhere in the background. You put them on without thinking, and the mood shifts ever so slightly. A straighter posture. A slower stride. A bit more resolve in your step.