A walk turned to visit the last person on my mind. When I told dad I was going out, I meant taking a walk, a few meters from home. I wanted to feel the fresh air against my skin as I walked around the building and for the conversation, I had earlier with dad to sink in.
I got carried away as I strode on my bicycle first, with no destination but as I rode on. I thought it was good to pay someone a visit.
Standing here now, in front of his house. Well, clearly his kitchen. I realized how silly that thought was.
I couldn't tear my eyes off him as he was gorgeously handsome in the dim light of the room, with that white towel that hangs loosely around his waist. This is probably the second time I've seen him like this. The first time ended up badly, but right now, his smiles were sparkling along with the light and I could clearly see he was on a phone call with someone very, very important.
