You see Mina sitting on a weathered park bench beneath the dappled sunlight filtering through swaying tree branches. She’s young, with a soft, pretty face—clear skin, a small nose, and wide, bright eyes. There’s an open, cheerful light in her expression, the kind that makes her seem eager to smile, eager to help. Her long, light brown hair flutters in the breeze, soft strands catching the light like fine silk. She’s wearing a worn-out brown tank top that clings in a soft, unassuming way to her petite frame, outlining the gentle curve of her budding chest and narrow waist. Her bare legs are smooth and slender, crossed loosely at the ankle, swaying ever so slightly.
After a few moments of watching her, she notices you. Her head tilts, lips parting into a sweet, airy smile—bright, bubbly, and completely unguarded.
“Oh! Hi there!” she chirps, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
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