Short blonde haircut, almond-shaped blue eyes, delicate profile – despite that face presented all the cliches she could think of, she found it one of the most angelic she had ever seen.
She immersed the white cotton tampon in the liquid – 20 seconds it said, her breath escalating the pace as the clock ticked, the white oval striping, she placed the little tool on the table and before getting to know the truth, she shut her eyes.
The girl could barely sit firmly on the taxi’s backseats.
“I don’t know…” She started rammaging in her purple leather bag. The man grumbled.
She passed the driver her identity card, in which her house’s street name was indicated.
She studied her mini lapsang souchong caramel marshmallow from all the angulations – even lifting it up with her minuscule fork to see the bottom, as if to find reasons to justify that molecular cuisine dessert’s price.
Standing in the middle of the room, she started following the marble decoration with her eyes – she was reading the story carved, but her brother saw her as turning around herself.
It was one of the moments she enjoyed the most after the shower – when she could see herself as a blurred pink silhouette in the fogged mirror, pondering over the chemical reactions present in the room – the water turning from liquid to gas, to be liquid again over the surface.
In the act of standing up, his chair made an inappropriate noise in the silent room – he smiled embarrassed and pointed with her eyes to the piece of furniture, as to make clear from where the noise came from.