She stands between a glass storefront and pale stone, relaxed but composed. A light gray jacket sits neatly over a soft-toned top, paired with dark high-waisted straight-leg pants. A small crossbody bag rests at her hip, its metal hardware catching a quiet glint as she shifts her weight. One hand lifts to her ear in an unforced gesture, gently tucking back a loose strand of hair. She doesn’t look into the lens; her gaze drifts down the covered walkway, and her smile stays easy, open, and unperformed. Behind her, passersby fall into soft blur, becoming motion more than faces. The clean lines of the canopy and window frame hold the scene together, turning a simple street moment into something intimate.
