Ensemble

Positano morning

The terrace at Positano. Sofia has postcards she never sent. Enzo left lemons. Giulia is already framing her shot.

Your first season. The card is full. The corset is tighter than it has to be.

You're the woman in the group tonight. The bar has interesting people of every kind in it.

Tokyo, autumn semester. The senpai who runs the literary club already knows your name.