She moves along a storefront sidewalk in a fitted white short-sleeve top and a light, high-waisted denim skirt. A slim crossbody strap cuts cleanly across her torso, leading to a small black bag resting at her hip. In one hand, she lifts an iced drink with a straw, the cup beaded with condensation; in the other, a phone and a small slip of paper hang loosely at her side. Her long dark hair falls naturally, held back with a simple hair clip, revealing faint freckles and an unfiltered, lived-in texture to her skin. She isn’t looking at the camera—her gaze drifts ahead, thoughtful and calm, as warm lights and passing figures soften into the background.
