She's done waiting. The impatience sits right there on her face — lower lip caught between her teeth, eyes already dark with what she wants from you.

Her hands move before permission is granted, fingers tracing the hem of fabric like a question she already knows the answer to. Amateur means unfiltered. No performance, no polish — just honest, urgent wanting aimed directly at you.

You're the reason she picked up the camera. You're what she's been thinking about all afternoon. Now she's here, restless and flushed, and the only thing standing between this moment and the next one is you.