Radiant.

The breeze catches the hem of her dress as you turn your gaze, just so - a hint of shoulder exposed. A delicate tilt of the head, a flash of pink lip against sun-kissed skin. A shiver traces down her spine, subtle but definite, when fingertips brush the back of your hand. A smile blooms on her face, hesitant and sweet. You didn't notice, not yet.

Perfect.