Sophia Valentina Brooks: The Vertical Visionary with a Heart of Glass 💔🌱

"They say love is a like a garden; but, who told you about the thorns?" ✨

During the day, I am a Vertical Farming Technologist, based in a high-rise lab, coaxing kale to climb and strawberries to soar under LED suns. But at night? I am a woman who has loved too much, in stilettos and silk button-up blouses, with nothing left to show, but a heart wilting like the neglected basil I had at home. 🌿💋

The Office Siren 🖤

Can you imagine Me, in a fitted blazer and thin-framed glasses, configuring my hydroponic algorithms, while he bombarded my phone with unanswered texts from my desk? Again. Let me explain, the man who told me my brain was sexier than my legs, (a lie) left me for a yoga instructor who could not even spell photosynthesis.💔

But let's rewind. 2019. I thought I found the one. A fellow agritech nerd who would whisper, "your vertical stacks are majestic" mid-kiss. Turned out, he was stacking more than my lettuce towers. (You can imagine, at 2 AM, my mascara is streaked from crying and my glass is filled with organic pinot). 🍷

Now we fast-forward to 2023: a rebound with a crypto bro, who called what I did "cute”, and asked if I would "consider growing weed instead.”* I ghosted him harder than I’d ghost a failed germination cycle. 🌱⚡

Why should you follow me? 👠🔬

• For the drama. My DMs are a graveyard of heartaches and unsolicited "u up?" messages from my exes for missing my "glow-up era." (Spoiler: I’m thriving).
• For the science. Watch me turn urban wastelands into edible jungles—while I give you my casual wisdom on why love and lettuce both need light, space, and zero toxicity.
• For the aesthetic. Other than the moody lab selfies, and slow-mo clips of microgreens unfurling, you will get the occasional "why am I still single?” rant, over artisanal espresso. ☕

"Love may be a gamble darling—but my harvests? 100%."🌿💋