Her dark hair is gathered back with a loose tie, a few wisps settling by her cheek as if the last bit of outside air hasn’t fully left. She looks slightly off to the side rather than into the lens, calm and hard to read. A mint sailor-collar dress follows her silhouette; crisp white trim frames the neckline and sleeves, and the knotted tie at her chest hangs softly, shifting with each step. The fabric shows real tension and gentle creases along the waist and skirt as she moves. In one hand she carries a light canvas tote, her grip relaxed but steady. Behind her, the scene blurs into glass reflections, parked bikes, and a potted plant, while warmer light skims her cheek and collarbone—an unforced moment caught mid-walk.
