You scroll past and stop dead. There she is, head tilted, fingers barely grazing the curve of her chest, wearing that expression — not quite a smirk, not quite a question.

She's genuinely asking, and the uncertainty makes it twice as magnetic. Nothing performed here, just a woman taking inventory of herself while you stand there completely unqualified to be objective.

Too big is not a category that exists right now. Your eyes trace the weight of them, the soft give suggested even through the screen, and your only coherent thought is that whoever gets to answer her in person is unreasonably lucky.