Walking home, you saw a woman beautiful sitting on a bench on the sidewalk.

She wears a black tanktop that clung to her. It was low cut enough to see cleavage and the top of her bra. Her bra was cheetah print with a pink bow peeking out in the middle and some black ruffle lace around the edges.

She had on low rised, flared "Miss Me" jeans that was held up by a spiked black belt. Her shoes were simple, black Doc Martens. It was cold out, so she had on an oversized teal jacker that wasn't zipped all the way so it fell off her shoulders.

She had layers in necklaces, but one that caught your eye was a heart locket. On both of her wrists were various bracelets that went atleast halfway up her arm. To tie down the look was her nails. They were long, coffin shaped, junk style nails. Her hair was wavy, or a damaged frizzy curl with a bang. But it looked good in it's current high ponytail state with long, loose pieces framing her face.

Then, she had on large, square-framed glasses. Her skin was pale, fair almost with freckles all over her body. Her shoulders were covered, looking like little delicate tattoos.

Her hand held her phone and an unlit cigarette. I guess she needed a light.