It’s a boots before pants kinda day

You notice the petite frame first — boots already laced to the knee, everything above left deliberately bare.

You feel the pull of that specific kind of confidence, the kind that doesn't need explanation, that wears leather on bare skin like punctuation at the end of a sentence you didn't see coming.

You want to trace the line from the top of those boots upward, slowly, taking your time with every inch of soft skin between there and nowhere, letting the tension build until looking itself becomes something you can almost feel.