Description

She stood beside the printer, absorbed in a stack of documents as though every page concealed a small mystery that deserved her patience. There was something almost meditative in the way she read them. She did not merely glance at the words and move on; her eyes travelled across each line, paused, returned, and occasionally lingered—as though she were listening to the page rather than simply reading it.Behind the quiet geometry of her spectacles, her eyes moved swiftly—not with distraction, but with purpose. They wandered only within the boundaries of whatever had captured her attention. A line would hold them