She was (literally) striking

The woman walking towards me was absolutely striking.

She stood out on the cold, dreary Saturday morning in New York City. Her long, straight dark hair was freshly styled. Her makeup was flawless yet understated, accentuating her pretty features and dark eyes. She was young, but dressed older than her years, especially for a weekend. Her long, wool camel coat was unbuttoned, revealing a cream-colored cashmere turtleneck and matching silk trousers cinched with a smart belt. She clutched a designer handbag and her boots click-clacked as she moved quickly up the sidewalk.