Waiting in the Woods: L:y Turns Patience into a Mini Movie
Waiting can be boring. Unless, of course, you’re L:y wearing high heels and shiny black wetlook leggings and waiting in the woods turns into a mini movie that might continue later.
L:y stands among the trees, the forest floor soft beneath her heels, fallen leaves crunching quietly with every small movement. Her shiny black wetlook leggings catch the dappled sunlight breaking through the canopy, giving her an otherworldly glow. She checks her phone. No message yet. No problem. She shifts her weight from one heel to the other, crosses a leg, uncrosses it again, and gives the world a look that says, “Marc R. is late, but style survives even in the wild.”
Time passes. L:y wanders a few steps along a mossy path, brushes a stray branch from her hair, and leans against a tree as if the woods are her runway. The leaves underfoot crunch like applause, the wind whispers approval, and somewhere in her mind, suspenseful music plays. Will Marc R. appear from the thicket? Or is this just a scenic warm-up?
She sighs, smiles, and shrugs like a professional cliffhanger expert. She steps onto a fallen log, pauses, then looks back just in case. Maybe he’s early. Maybe he’s late. Maybe this forest wait is only the beginning. She checks her phone one last time and laughs quietly. Waiting has officially become an event.
And there she is still standing, still shining, still waiting. High heels steady, wetlook leggings glowing in the filtered light, confidence fully intact. Whether Marc R. emerges from the trees or not… well, that story might just get continued.
