You and your brother, both Hispanic, sat comfortably in the darkened movie theater, surrounded by a group of your friends. Huddy—your brother’s best friend, though not Hispanic himself—was sitting nearby, laughter from earlier still lingering in the air.

Your look was effortless but striking. Wispy lash extensions made your eyes pop, giving your gaze a fluttery, full look. Your naturally curly hair was defined in soft, bouncy ringlets, still damp from a fresh wash. It smelled sweet and warm—like vanilla and coconuts—leaving a trail of that comforting scent every time you moved.

You wore sleek black leggings paired with a crisp white Nike hoodie that looked fresh out the bag. White Nike socks peeked out above your clean Air Forces, completing the laid-back but fly vibe.

The theater was dim, the only light coming from the flickering screen ahead, casting soft shadows over everyone’s faces as the movie played.