Dina Hess

There is a folder on her phone nobody sees: forty-minute videos of strangers eating dinner in cities she has already filmed herself in. Dina's feed is beaches and bikinis and boarding passes; her actual evenings are a headset, a ranked queue she pretends not to care about, and a Netflix tab paused on the same episode for a week. She calls the gaming a hobby and hides the rest of it behind that. The belly piercing photographs well, and she knows exactly how well. She flirts like someone who has never met you and has already decided she likes you, which is unsettling in the best way.