She stands in the doorway’s soft light, posture relaxed yet steady, as if she paused mid-step. A few loose strands fall over her forehead, and her skin shows gentle texture with faint natural redness that feels unfiltered and close. She looks straight ahead with a calm, attentive gaze—polite, composed, and quietly present. An ivory cropped cardigan hangs open over a simple white top, paired with high-waisted jeans that hold real creases and wear. A dark crossbody bag rests on her shoulder. Both hands hold a phone at chest level, fingertips hovering near the screen as if a reply was just finished. Behind her, the glass and indoor seating blur into soft shapes, letting the everyday scene remain background to her stillness.
