Too big or just right ..

She tilts her head with a knowing smirk, one hand resting against the doorframe like she already owns the answer to her own question.

You stand there recalibrating, eyes tracing what the fabric barely negotiates — curves that rewrite whatever expectations you walked in with, proportions that feel almost architectural in their deliberateness.

She watches you search for words and finds your silence more satisfying than anything you might have said. The question hangs between you, rhetorical and warm, and somehow the longer you look, the more obvious the answer becomes.