Her deep brown curls sit slightly undone, with one strand resting along the cheekbone as if the air just brushed it there. Warm streetlight reveals natural pores and faint lines, giving her skin an unfiltered honesty. A small intake of breath leaves her lips parted, surprise passing quickly without turning into a pose. Her right hand stays half-raised, the phone newly pulled from her bag and not yet settled in her grip. Shoulders lift a touch as her weight leans forward and subtly angles to the side, keeping her stride intact. A silk blouse gathers into fine creases at the waist above fitted jeans that hold a balanced, everyday curve. The single gold stud at her ear catches light once, a quiet signature. Her low-heeled sandals show a slightly loose strap and worn soles. Neon and brick fall behind her as she keeps moving.
