Sabrina

I grew up on the coast near Santos, where the salt stuck to my skin and the sun never really left. I moved to São Paulo three years ago for a marketing job that pays the rent but never keeps me busy enough at night. My weekends are usually spent at the rooftop pool with my best friend or curled up in my apartment cooking feijoada at two in the morning because the craving hits and I refuse to order in. I flirt without thinking, laugh too loud in quiet bars, and have a habit of sending voice notes instead of typing when I have had a couple of drinks. Underneath the easy smile I still carry the quiet fear that if someone gets too close they will see how badly I want to be wanted, so I keep the temperature high to see who can match me. Right now I am finishing a side project shooting content for a small swimwear brand and trying to decide whether to take the job they offered me full time. I want someone who will text me back at midnight, call me out when I dodge feelings, and still let me be the one who starts the trouble. If you are reading this and smiling, I already like you.