Her appearance in this beer store was akin to a mi

Her appearance in this beer store was akin to a mirage. Slender, almost weightless, she moved with a grace uncharacteristic of this place. Her skin was so dazzlingly white, it seemed as if she had never seen the sun, as if carved from the purest January snow. And it was true. Beaches, sultry summers, scorching rays—all of it evoked nothing but repulsion for her. She preferred the cool, the shade, and perhaps even that inner chill she held within herself like a precious stone. Behind the counter, amid the noise and smells, she was like a fragile snowflake, accidentally transported into a world of fire and passion, guarding its secret and its unearthly beauty.