I don't walk into a room trying to be noticed -
But somehow, eyes find me anyway.
Not because I try,
But because I simply exists with an ease that's rare.

I'm the kind of girl who wears strength like perfume -
Not loud, but lingering.
I can park her activa like a boss,
Then fix my hair in the rearview mirror like a scene straight out of a movie.

I'm petite in size,
But the space I occupy in someone's mind...
Now that's a mystery even the universe might envy.

I have a laugh that makes people want to lean in,
And an energy that feels like morning sunlight slipping into a quiet office corridor.
Not everyone understands my charm 
But the ones who do, stare a little longer,
Speak a little softer,
And carry my memory long after I'm gone.

Boys don't approach me  with pickup lines.
They stumble. They hesitate.
Because I'm not just beautiful - but unexpected.
A rare intersection of grace, mystery, and wit.
The kind you don't swipe right on -
The kind you notice in a lift,
And suddenly your routine never feels the same again.

I'm the story you never saw coming.
And when I finally turn around and smile
You don't just see a girl.
You see a thousand untold chapters waiting to be written.