She stands, legs spread, her back to me.
Brown worn leather boots. A white sheer miniskirt with floral patterns hides, but just barely, the outline of her black thong. She wears a black leotard, her fuschia bra straps poking out from beneath the black spaghetti straps. Her brown hair, straight, falls midway down her back. She’s slender but curvy, young.
Her legs are spread an inch or two wider than they need to be, than would be natural, were she not engaged in some project other than simply evaluating pastries.