Her skin is pale, freckled. A pink hair clip grips her curly blonde hair tightly, at its brunette roots. She wears a white cotton minidress – it clings ferociously to her body, strained by her C-D cup breasts, and hugging her slender thighs. She sports strappy sandals, and freshly applied white toenail polish.
Her black KN-95, along with a shock of curl falling over her face, obscure any glimpse I might hope to get of her eyes.
So I just imagine: bright blue. Clear. Big. With long black eyelashes.
Could be right, could be wrong. Doesn’t matter.