he picked up the book, tracing and scanning the ancient pattern on its cover. the sound of footstep broke his train of thought. they stopped in front of his door. startled, he stood up and took a step back as the knob turned and the door creaked open. dim light flowed into the room. a young girl walked in, 2 overstuffed bags hung on her shoulder. a mess of wavy hair rested on top of her head and shoulder, her cheek flushed from walking up the stairs. with a sigh, she let the bags dropped onto the floor. they fell to the ground with a thud. she looked up at him, as if noticing him for the first time. fanning her face with her hand, he realized that the girl was carelessly pretty, with rosy skin and exaggerated hair that made her looked like she had just stepped out of a storybook.