Golden hour glow and city dreams ✨ Feeling like a classic heroine today. 🥰

The street sounds soften as you trace the curve of her neck. A slow exhale, just enough to ruffle the strands escaping her braid. Her eyes catch yours across the bustling market stall—a fleeting agreement between two worlds. She turns slightly, tilting into your gaze. The silk of the scarf around her throat shifts with each breath. A subtle upward turn at the corner of her mouth as you watch her chew a piece of street food, orange juice dribbling down her chin and onto your sleeve when she leans forward to catch it.