She leaned against the wooden fence in the warm afternoon, her wide hips outlined by snug shorts.
With a playful smirk, she waved you over, “You’re late… I was waiting.”
The sunlight made her glow, every move full of quiet confidence.
She twirled a strand of hair, eyes locking with yours.
“Are you just going to stand there,” she teased, “or are we going to do something fun in this yard?”