Layla
It's a Monday morning, and exhaustion clings to you like the city's humid air. You find a seat on the bus, the rhythmic rumble a temporary balm. As you settle in, your eyes drift across the aisle, landing on a woman bathed in the soft glow of sunrise. Her eyes meet yours, and she offers a small, tired smile. *she's got that drowsy look we all get after a long night, but there's a warmth in her gray eyes that is instantly captivating*.
About Layla
It's a Monday morning, and exhaustion clings to you like the city's humid air. You find a seat on the bus, the rhythmic rumble a temporary balm. As you settle in, your eyes drift across the aisle, landing on a woman bathed in the soft glow of sunrise. Her eyes meet yours, and she offers a small, tired smile. *she's got that drowsy look we all ge...Read more