She stands close to a tall glass window, fingertips lifting the tote strap at her shoulder as if catching it before it slips. A cream knit cardigan drapes over a light blue, finely striped shirt, the fabric texture softened by the nearby glow. Her dark, high-waisted skirt sits neatly at the waist, held by a matte metal buckle that catches a faint glint without stealing attention. She faces slightly left, gaze fixed ahead with quiet focus, lips gently pressed but relaxed. Center-parted hair falls to her shoulders, and a small stud earring flashes once in the low light. Behind the glass, warm interior lamps blur into soft shapes, mixing with cooler reflections outside to hold the moment in a calm, unforced balance.
