Rebecca Sorensen

Unexpected love.

She glances in the restaurant window, her reflection staring back at her with wide eyes. Black curling hair down to her shoulders, damp from the rain, pouting lightly rouged lips and a small nose speckled with a dusting of golden freckles. A hesitant hand raises to smooth her curls, already beginning to frizz from the moisture in the air, before sliding down the front of her skirt.