I remember the day she left. She flipped her soft brown hair behind her shoulder, and smirked. Her gold eyes twinkling with mischief and intelligence, as she walked backwards out the door. Her heels clicking behind her.
I still remember the echoing sound of her high-heels as she walked down the hallway from my apartment; it is permanently etched into my mind.
Hope you enjoy this! I aimed to describe the evolution of a girl, from carefree and mischevious to professional and respected.