Serene.

The sleeve of your shirt brushed her elbow as you shifted closer. A delicate tilt of the head, a slight turn towards the light that caught the tips of her eyelashes. A shiver traced its way down her spine – not from the cool air, but something warmer. A smile bloomed on her lips, hesitant yet certain, as if daring you to notice the trace of rose dusted across her skin. That almost-smile deepened when your gaze lingered just a fraction longer than expected.