Sunlight on skin. Perfect hair (obviously). A little bit of sparkle. ✨

The wool of your sleeve brushed against the back of her hand as you reached for a glass. A subtle shift in her posture – a slight turn towards you, almost without notice. Her knuckles tightened around the edge of the table; a silent anchor. A small smile played at the corner of her mouth when your gaze lingered just so long - not quite questioning, but definitely aware. A single lock of hair escaped her braid and drifted down onto her shoulder."