She doesn’t smile often.
Not because she’s cold — but because she’s focused.
This coat doesn’t soften her. It centers her.
The shape is clean. Hip-length. Sharp lines.
The high wrap collar doesn’t open like a flower — it folds like a gate.
The hood zips off. The plackets snap shut.
Everything here is measured, locked, intentional.
Color absorbs questions.
It doesn’t invite curiosity — it sets the boundary.
And yet… the left sleeve says otherwise.
There it is — a zippered pocket, stitched like a miniature bag.
A flap. A loop like a handle.
And just beneath it, a rabbit — mid-leap, shimmering in holographic print.
Not obvious. Not loud.
But it’s there.
A private signal in a language only the observant understand.
The rabbit isn’t cute.
It’s clever.
It lives in the details.
Like her.
Inside the coat — behind the secure placket —
a gossamer line glints in shifting light:
CREATIVITY
She didn’t put it there to be seen.
But if you’re standing close enough when she opens the coat —
you’ll catch it.
Just once.
And you’ll remember it.
This isn’t a jacket that reveals.
It suggests.
Not for the sake of mystery —
but because she knows:
the most powerful presence is the one that chooses what to show.
