Four teenage girls run toward a supposed meeting point, punto de encuentro, though the destination remains up for debate. It reads like a girls night forming on the fly, or a party you agree to before knowing the address, complicated by a fissure that splits the frame and turns the meeting point into dispersal, late trains, borrowed jackets, and next day stories. Send this to the friend who needs a nudge forward, whether toward the dance floor, a new plan, or just out the door.
