She likes oversized fisherman jumpers. Denim. Dungarees.
Long brown, windswept hair, sexy, a ‘don’t care how I look attitude’. Just woken up. Coffee, pastry, Strawberry Jam. BUTTER
Gingham. Rolled up short sleeves tucked into high-waisted jeans.
FRECKLES. Long walks, likes black cats, lots of them. She giggles with three fingers in front of her mouth and shakes her shoulders, she thinks about boys who wear leather sandals, have blonde streaks in their side parted hair do, wears spectacles and is kind, courteous and dependable. She drives an old Fiat 500 or cycles a vintage Peugeot mens road bike with drop Ds or a Pashley with a basket on the front.
Topknot? Has a pencil tied up in her hair.
She walks through a park/cemetery each morning, the grass is covered in morning dew. She drinks in a cafe where the black cat purrs as it rubs against her leg. High heeled, open toe sandals. Three quarter length skirt. Red book-cloth book under her arm.
She wears a brown, soft leather belt, she tucks the excess belt under the part around her waist to loop down.
She has cute, smiley girlfriends who don’t talk, they have sleepovers.
She bites her bottom lip when she’s turned on. She spends time looking out of windows.