The summer sun casts a warm, golden light over the train station, filling the air with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers and the distant hum of travelers preparing for their journeys. Eleanor stands by the platform, an image of grace amidst the bustle, her every move as deliberate and composed as if time itself has slowed for her.

She wears a dress perfect for the sunny day—soft, light, and effortlessly elegant. The dress, made of fine, breathable linen, is a soft shade of pale peach, the fabric catching the sunlight in gentle waves. The silhouette is fitted at the bodice, with delicate straps that cross her shoulders, and the skirt falls just below her knees, flowing gracefully with each small movement. The soft, feminine hues of the dress contrast against the station's stone, making her seem like a breath of fresh air in the midst of the crowd.

A wide-brimmed straw hat, adorned with a simple silk ribbon in a matching peach tone, rests gently atop her head, shielding her from the sun while adding an air of elegance to her appearance. Her shoes, practical yet refined, are made of soft leather in a neutral tone, allowing her to stand comfortably without losing her poise.

Her gloves, white and dainty, are left off today, resting neatly in the crook of her arm, and her skin, kissed by the sun, seems to glow with a natural radiance. The breeze gently tugs at her dress, sending a soft ripple through the fabric, and Eleanor’s expression remains calm but expectant.

She scans the crowd, eyes searching for a familiar face, yet her thoughts remain entirely focused on you. The sun beats down, but Eleanor is lost in her own world, her heart beating just as steadily as the train she hopes will carry you back to her.