Soft sunlight & tiny birds that steal your heart. ✨

Your finger brushes the silk of her sleeve as you reach for the glass of water beside her hand. The movement is slow, deliberate—a question posed in touch. Her breath hitches against your wrist. A single, delicate rose petal falls from a headband shaped like two tiny chicks perched on her head and drifts onto the table cloth. She doesn't move when you lift it to your mouth. Only tilts her chin slightly upward as if inviting more.