She meets your eyes with a look that sits right on the edge — soft features, a mouth that almost smiles, fingers curling at the hem of something she's deciding whether to lift.

You get the feeling she's done this before but wants you to think she hasn't. That small hesitation, the way she tilts her chin down while her gaze stays level — it's deliberate, and it works.

Everything about her reads gentle until you look closer. Then you catch it: the slight arch of her back, the knowing stillness. She's waiting to see what you do next.