Evening has just cleared after rain, and she pauses by the steps at a neighborhood café doorway as warm porch light skims her collarbone and jaw, leaving shadows that stay clean, never harsh. Her brows are unforced, and the faint break at the tail of her left eyebrow becomes the detail you remember. Unaware of the camera, her gaze slips past it toward someone inside, eyes smiling while the corner of her mouth lifts with a quiet, calculated ease. Weight settles on her right leg; her left step stalls mid-motion, heel barely off the ground. One hand draws a small leather crossbody bag tight to her side, as if hiding a glimpse of a gift box, while the other brushes hair from her shoulder. A cropped biker jacket cinches at the waist over a fitted knit dress, and black buckle boots catch a soft post-rain sheen. The background compresses into steam and glass.
