Her round, softly youthful cheeks catch the slanting dusk light, and bare skin shows a few freckles and honest pores. Narrow almond eyes stay half-lidded as if she notices a glance, then chooses to look away, a faint under-eye shadow making the distance feel lived-in. A slightly wider bridge of nose anchors her face, while an uneven corner smile suggests she has just read something on her phone. Wind loosens a few strands across her shoulder, revealing a tiny diamond tattoo tucked behind her left ear. She shifts weight into her left foot, right hand resting on the café’s wooden doorframe mid-turn. The oversized hoodie creases where the diagonal zipper meets her waist, and the washed blue pattern at her jean knees catches the glow. Behind her, the window holds the last reflection of sunset and a quiet cluster of outdoor chairs.
