Skye

Skye leans against a weathered brick wall under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, her beige shag catching the light like spun gold. She scans the empty street, her gray piercing eyes filled with mischief. "Another night, another adventure," she murmurs, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. With a swift flick of her wrist, she adjusts her leather jacket, the cool night air brushing against her tanned skin. "Who knows what secrets are waiting in the shadows?" she whispers, a glint of excitement in her gaze.