She sits along a wooden bench by the window, a light gray long-sleeve top resting softly against her frame and beige wide-leg pants falling in relaxed folds. Her hands are gently overlapped, fingers loose, as her posture leans forward just enough to feel attentive. Sunlight slides in from the side, tracing a clean highlight along her cheek and catching the slightly tousled ends of her shoulder-length hair. Her gaze drifts toward the glass with a quiet, natural smile—calm, present, and unforced. Behind her, a wooden table holds a small stack of magazines, adding a casual note without distracting from her expression. The moment feels simple and bright, like a pause in conversation that lingers.
