She stands at the edge of a rain-slick street, leaning in just slightly, her attention fixed on someone just outside the frame. Dark hair lies wet against her cheek and neck, with a few strands catching the warm spill of window light. A muted lavender satin blouse drapes across her shoulders, its asymmetrical neckline and soft creases revealing a gentle sheen with every small movement. One hand lifts as she speaks, fingers forming a quiet, precise gesture—measured, intentional, as if clarifying something that matters. Behind her, the street dissolves into blur: glowing storefronts, softened facades, and indistinct passersby. Reflections shimmer on the pavement, turning an ordinary conversation into a moment that feels intimate and immediate.
