She stands beside a small outdoor table, her body angled slightly as her gaze drifts past the camera, calm and attentive. Dark hair is tied back loosely, with a few stray strands resting against her cheek. Warm light skims across her nose and cheekbones, revealing real skin texture—tiny pores and faint freckles that make the moment feel unpolished and honest. A fitted purple dress falls to mid-thigh, softened by a light, open button-up overshirt with sleeves casually rolled, creases held from use. A worn leather crossbody strap cuts across her shoulder, the bag hanging at her hip. A simple beaded bracelet circles her wrist. Behind her, blurred café chairs, a potted plant, and the street’s passing shapes keep the focus on her quiet presence.
