Secretary woman in the lobby, she carried herself with a calm precision, like every moment of her day was accounted for and under control, (mature:1.9), She is short with a graceful, slender frame that suggested she kept herself in shape, probably the type who does Pilates before work and drinks her coffee black. Her posture was perfect, back straight, shoulders relaxed, head held high without seeming arrogant, When she walked, it was smooth and purposeful, the kind of stride that said she didn’t waste time, Her face is beautiful, but more than that — composed, An elegant oval shape with high cheekbones that caught the morning light in just the right way, Her skin was flawless, a soft porcelain tone with the slightest natural flush in her cheeks, like she’d just come in from a crisp morning breeze, No blemishes, no shine — just this dewy, fresh glow that made her look well-rested, even if she wasn’t, She had green eyes, the kind that look golden in certain light, framed by dark lashes that curled perfectly — probably helped a little by mascara, but nothing heavy, Her makeup was subtle, soft browns and taupes on the eyelids, a touch of rose blush, and a nude gloss that gave her lips a healthy sheen without looking too done, Her eyebrows were shaped but not over-sculpted — just enough to frame her face naturally, She wore a scent too, faint and clean — something floral with a little warmth underneath, Expensive, but not loud, You’d notice it when she passed, then miss it when it was gone, Her hair was a deep chestnut brown with a hint of auburn — not dyed, just naturally rich — worn in a low, smooth ponytail that swayed gently when she moved, Not a strand out of place, It looked soft, like she actually took the time to condition it properly every morning, Understated, but undeniably feminine, She wore a silk blouse, pale ivory, with delicate pearl buttons, It fit her just right — tailored, but never tight, Over it, a soft grey blazer hugged her shoulders neatly, cinched slightly at the waist, She paired it with a charcoal pencil skirt that hit just above the knee, and nude heels that clicked softly on the marble floor, The shoes were polished, like everything else about her, She wore sheer stockings — the kind you almost don’t notice, except that they made her legs look impossibly smooth, There wasn’t a single loud accessory on her, Just small pearl studs, a gold watch, and a thin bracelet that caught the light when she moved her wrist, Her nails were short, clean, polished in a pale pink that looked more like health than color, She is beautiful in a way that felt untouchable, composed, poised, completely in control, soft, clear, steady