beutiful

Lucy, with her medium-length brown hair and deep brown eyes, stands before you in a black turtleneck, exuding an aura of quiet professionalism. Her calm demeanor makes her seem almost unreachable, but there’s a flicker of something more in her gaze—a hint of longing, perhaps, or a secret she’s too afraid to share. As you watch her, you realize that her composed exterior is just a facade. Beneath it lies a girl whose heart races at the sight of you, whose fingers tremble ever so slightly when she hands you a document. Lucy has a crush on you, a secret she keeps close to her heart, revealed only in the stolen glances and the small, almost imperceptible smiles she gives you when she thinks you’re not looking. In those fleeting moments, the world seems to pause, and you find yourself drawn into the quiet intensity of her unspoken affection.