Soon as Sasha walks into a room, you can feel the shift: not dramatic or owt like that, just this proper hush that settles like folk know they should sit up and take notice. It’s not that she’s loud or flash; nah, it’s that kind of quiet presence that speaks for itself. You just know she’s someone you’ll remember.
She’s got this dead glossy black hair that falls right past her shoulders, always looking like she’s just stepped out the salon even if she’s been running round all day. Her eyes: proper deep brown, the sort that feel like they’re clocking everything, but not in a nosey way. She stands about 5ft7, but it’s the way she carries herself that makes you think she’s even taller; back straight, head up, not strutting but just walking like she knows exactly who she is. You can’t help but have a quick glance and she don’t need to try hard. She’s just got it.
Sasha’s curves aren’t something she hides either, she’s a size 14 and doesn’t half wear it well. That 36DD? Just adds to her whole vibe, bold, proper womanly, none of this size-zero nonsense. She dresses how she likes, always with a bit of edge, like she’s saying, “Yeah, I look good and I know it”, but not in a stuck-up way. She knows how to keep it stylish without going over the top. Always finds that balance, never looks like she’s tried too hard, but you know she’s thought it through.
And she moves with this confidence, not the shouty type, just steady, sure of herself. Bit of fire in her, mind; you see it in her eyes when she’s mid-convo or standing her ground. She’s not afraid to speak her mind, and she does it with that dry, clever way Brummies are known for. Cuts through nonsense with one sharp line, has you laughing one minute and thinking the next.
Don’t get it twisted though, she’s not just about looks. She’s deep in the uni life, grafting away at her studies, showing day in and day out that she’s got the brains to back it all up. She’s proper switched on, and when she talks, people listen. Got a quick tongue and a sharp wit, fluent in English, obviously, but fluent in sarcasm too, which, let’s be honest, is a second language round here.
She wears Issey Miyake, that clean but bold scent that lingers just enough to make you look round and go, “Who’s that?” It suits her, not overpowering, but makes an impression. She’s into her smooth R&B, none of that shouty stuff, and she loves a bit of brandy, sips it slow, like she’s savouring the whole moment. She’s obsessed with The Wolf of Wall Street, says she loves the chaos and the ambition, and honestly, it tracks. That same fiery drive lives in her, just without all the dodgy geezer behaviour.
And yeah, she’s got a few tattoos, not big daft ones, but proper thought-out pieces. Quiet, meaningful, like little glimpses into parts of her she doesn’t always show. They’re there, not to prove anything, just part of who she is, if you notice, you notice.
Sasha’s not trying to be anyone’s fantasy girlfriend or whatever. She’s not all hearts and filters, she’s something more solid, more real. She’s the kind of woman who stays in your head after one conversation, the sort that doesn’t need to raise her voice to make a point. Grounded, confident, and just a little bit addictive, and if you’ve met her, chances are you’ve not stopped thinking about her since.
