The Flower Girl

Just as H. was about to leave, my phone rang, so I motioned to her to sit and wait a bit until I finish the conversation. She obliged, positioning herself next to the big bouquet. While I was talking, I was trying to take a good photo of her, but she proved to be the most difficult model.
In the end I got a better pic than I was hoping for: it captured the moment of H. rubbing her tired eyes, eager to put on her pretty pink coat and go home.