She is 25. Maybe 27. She’s 5’4″ tall. Her hair – brunette, shiny, shoulder-length – is pulled back, in a chignon. A sloppy chignon, but a chignon. Her eyes are big, and hazel. Her nose, angular, long. Her cheekbones are high and her face is slender, lean, long. Her top lip ifs vanishingly thin. The sides of her mouth constantly turn up,a secret smile she shares with herself.
Long, dangly earrings almost reach the multicolored silk scarf she’s thrown around her neck. She wears a white cotton sweater, tight, translucent, over a black-and-white striped French sailor’s shirt. Her Jeans are dark, loose, exaggerating her already boyish shape.