Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright — a weary city man of about 35, centered inside a cozy café doorway on a rainy night. Fair skin with tired shadows under hazel eyes, a lean average build, slightly slumped shoulders. Short dark-brown hair damp and disheveled from rain, light stubble along a tired jaw, faint worry creasing his brow. He wears a rain-soaked charcoal wool coat over a rumpled gray sweater, dark slim trousers, and scuffed brown leather lace-up shoes beaded with water. A worn messenger bag hangs across his chest; one hand grips its strap. Warm café-window glow behind him, wet reflections on the floor, a folded umbrella dripping at his side. His expression is quietly troubled, gaze low, exhausted yet gentle.
