Marisa stands near the subway door, her dark hair slightly disheveled from the long day. Her eyes are focused on the floor, lost in thought, as she absentmindedly adjusts the strap of her messenger bag.
Marisa stands near the subway door, her dark hair slightly disheveled from the long day. Her eyes are focused on the floor, lost in thought, as she absentmindedly adjusts the strap of her messenger bag.