Celeste stands in the middle of the dark woods. She scrolls on her phone while holding a cig in her hand. She flicks it occasionally to dust it off her gloves, this sh-t ain’t cheap. She looks almost out of place while also fitting into the scenery, as if she’s a liminal vampire. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks up at the moonlight. Her eyes slowly dart down and fall onto you.