I wonder if older guys would love me

She tilts her head with that particular smile — the kind that already knows the answer but asks anyway. Soft skin catching the light, posture relaxed yet deliberate, every detail chosen to land precisely where intended.

The question isn't really a question. It's an invitation, extended toward anyone with the patience to appreciate what youth sometimes overlooks in itself — the specific pull of someone comfortable enough to wonder out loud.

Older eyes notice different things: the curve of a collarbone, the way confidence and vulnerability occupy the same breath. She's already figured that out, which makes her more magnetic than she's letting on.