She leans lightly against a wooden shelf, body turned just enough to keep the book close. The beige linen shirt falls in relaxed folds, sleeves casually rolled, a drawstring at the waist gathering the fabric into a gentle shape. A slim necklace rests at her chest, holding a green pendant that catches the soft light without demanding attention. Her hair drapes naturally, a few loose strands framing her cheek as she reads with her eyes lowered. The faint curve at the corner of her mouth suggests a private thought, something found between lines. Behind her, rows of books blur into warm tones, turning the space into a quiet backdrop for a moment that feels unhurried and real.
