A young woman walks along a quiet riverside promenade during the blue hour, just after sunset. The sky is a deep, dusky blue, fading into soft violets and warm amber where the last traces of sunlight linger on the horizon. City lights shimmer on the calm water, rippling with the movement of passing boats. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked pavement and distant café pastries. She wears a long, wool coat draped over her shoulders, the fabric swaying gently with each step. A soft scarf is wrapped loosely around her neck, her breath faintly visible in the crisp evening air. Her dark hair cascades naturally, a few strands catching the breeze as she tucks them behind her ear. She cradles a steaming paper cup of coffee between gloved hands, its warmth a welcome contrast to the chill. As she pauses near the iron railing, she gazes out at the city’s skyline, the golden windows of distant high-rises twinkling like stars. A nearby streetlamp flickers on, casting a soft, warm glow over the cobblestone path. A stray cat rubs against her ankle, and she crouches down, offering her hand with a gentle smile. The cat purrs, pressing into her touch before darting off into the night. For a moment, she lingers in the stillness, taking a slow sip of coffee. A fleeting, peaceful moment in the heart of the city.