She will be blonde, a fragile kind of blonde.
Everything about her is soft, her hair flows just beyond her bosom, contours around her curves, accentuates her breasts. A soft, natural fringe adorns her face, she shrinks underneath it.
When she drinks her coffee, she doesnt drink with the lid on, but appreciates the full burst of the fragrance. She delicately dips her finger into her Styrofoam cup, trailing it around the edges, making use of every last bit of cream
And when she looks at you, its not with the blue eyes that you'd expect to see with hair so blonde and skin so fair. No. Her eyes are dark. Dark and troubled. And that's what it is that draws you in.
Her awkward actions, her clouded eyes, her isolated presence. Suddenly, all your attention is hers.
- - - Just character building for a story that I have in mind of writing in the near future - - -