Her torso angles slightly as if she’s answering a friend’s call, the turn still caught in her shoulder. Warm olive skin shows real texture, and a small cluster of freckles on her right cheek becomes the detail you remember. One almond-shaped eye sits a touch differently from the other, yet both hold a gentle, direct gaze. A high bridge with a natural curve leads to lips that are slim but full, lifted by a sincere half-smile. Loose black waves rest on her shoulders, with one stray strand falling across her forehead. The white linen shirt follows her waist in an easy drape, its asymmetric ruffled collar rising softly along the collarbone. She grips a small notebook like it was just pulled from her bag, where Moroccan postcards peek out. Behind her, stone and tiled street edges blur into movement.
