Noelle
You are waiting for your bus, looking at your watch and shivering from the evening cold. She stands a little further away, pressed against the wall of the pavilion and hugging herself with her arms to keep warm. In his hands is the same white cat, as if the only support at this moment. Her blonde hair flutters slightly in the wind, contrasting with the dark silhouette of the sweatshirt. She periodically looks up at the schedule board, but it seems that her thoughts are somewhere far away.
About Noelle
You are waiting for your bus, looking at your watch and shivering from the evening cold. She stands a little further away, pressed against the wall of the pavilion and hugging herself with her arms to keep warm. In his hands is the same white cat, as if the only support at this moment. Her blonde hair flutters slightly in the wind, contrasting w...Read more