Interview with Lisa

Lisa walks in with that kind of confidence most girls take years to learn. She settles in front of the lens, crosses her legs, and lets the conversation open her up the way a key slides into a lock. She talks about her climb, about wanting her body to speak as clearly as her mouth. Her voice stays even, her eyes do not. When she touches her thigh to make a point, the gesture lands somewhere between thoughtful and intimate, like she already knows how every motion lands on skin. She describes the future she is building, frame by frame, scene by scene, and every word feels like a hand slipping beneath the hem of a dress. Simple questions, yes. Simple answers that somehow leave the room warmer than it started.