The sun dipped low as Becca washed her car, the sky painted in soft gold and pink while water traced slow paths over gleaming metal. She leaned in close, sponge moving in lazy circles, fully aware of the way the light caught her skin and the way her reflection watched her back. It was supposed to be a simple chore, but she made it feel like a private performance meant only for those paying attention. Soap slid down in soft rivulets as she shifted her weight, one leg stretched