She stands in a narrow street washed by soft daylight, her weight settled into one leg while the other bends slightly, relaxed without looking careless. A navy short-sleeve button-up shows real creases and wear, paired with a matching pleated skirt that falls cleanly and moves with quiet ease. A light canvas tote hangs from her shoulder, and in her hand she holds a thin book with slightly worn edges. Side light skims her cheek and collarbone, catching subtle skin texture and a hint of moisture near the nose. She looks straight at the camera with a calm, measured gaze—open, but not offering too much. Behind her, a cart and an aged sign blur into the background, leaving the moment feeling unposed and lived-in.
