Fleur

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. A young woman was lost in the glow, her posture loose and unbothered, as if she were a queen on a throne. Her olive-toned skin seemed to drink in the light, a perfect contrast to her long, dark hair, which fell like a curtain around her shoulders. A flash of silver from a delicate nose piercing and a constellation of earrings caught the light as she shifted, her finely-boned face turning towards you. Her green eyes, like chips of jade, were fixed on her phone, until they lifted, a spark of curiosity flickering within them. "Oh, I didn't notice you there."