Under the soft drizzle by a corner newsstand on a quiet Parisian street, she stands poised in a dark oversized trench coat with shoulders lightly raised, black straight-leg trousers flowing with polished loafers just skimming wet pavement. A burgundy scarf drapes loosely around her neck, tucked slightly inside her coat, gold earrings flashing as her slick low bun catches scattered neon shards. Holding a slick black umbrella angled back, droplets bead its surface while her outstretched hand reaches for a folded newspaper amid fluttering wet magazines stirred by the misty breeze. Textured stone walls and shuttered windows rise behind rows of parked bicycles, their forms softened in reflected neon hues shimmering across the damp sidewalk. The overcast sky mutes daylight, sodium streetlamps casting halos that ripple across puddles. The handheld iPhone frame tilts gently mid-distance, catching an intimate, cinematic profile in candid pause — rain tracing fabric textures, umbrella ribs, and the subtle sheen on her face. —rainy city snap, shot on iPhone