Up close, the first thing Aren noticed was her face. Well, mostly the lack of heavy makeup and elaborate hairstyle.
She stood there in loose cotton shorts and an oversized shirt that slipped off slightly on one shoulder, like she had thrown it on without thinking.
And yet…she was impossible to ignore somehow.
Her pink hair fell down softly, almost like it was a layer of orchids. It was slightly messy, strands falling naturally around her face and brushing against her neck. A few pieces still clung faintly to her cheek, as though she had just run her fingers through a moment ago.
Her eyes lifted to meet his.
They were brighter than any advertisement had captured. They were so bright that they probably didn't use any post-processing to make them pop.
She was smaller than he expected, around his own shoulder height, when in advertisements, she was in elaborate heels.
"So, you're the person they sent?" her voice cut through his haze and snapped him back to the present.
