A middle-aged British woman with a punk aesthetic stands in the dimly lit restaurant parking lot, exuding a air of bored nonchalance. Her messy, short hair sticks out in every direction, framing a weathered face with a constellation of tattoos and a pierced nose. She's clad in worn, black leather jacket and trousers, scuffed motorcycle boots extending from beneath the frayed hem. A white lace bra is visible beneath the jacket, a taste of rebellious sensuality amidst the grime of her streetwear. One hand rests on the worn leather grip of her black helmet, its reflective visor cocked down, giving the impression she's just finished a long ride, ready to swap her bike for a plate of food. The uninspiring parking lot foliage and concrete behind her serves as a stark contrast to the sense of independence she exudes. A cigarette or perhaps a vape hangs loose from her mouth.