The door slowly moved back and she sweated when a slender young man with a masked face entered. His black feather mask made the air filled with tension.
If he covered his face, it meant he would prefer to walk among folk in peace without being noticed.
She held her hands behind her, struggling with her urge to hang on and achieve some words from him.
He approached, his sharp spicy aroma bothering her, making her sneeze.
"Is it cold?"
The man in the black shirt asked, he was now very close. Enough to extend his hand, bringing her arm out, caressing down until reaching her knuckles.
She took her hand away.
"I wasn't informed that I would come here."
She used the words of dismay the girl had given her.
The man seductively laughed and brushed his dark brown hair back.
He suddenly bent on her, sniffing her perfume, his eyes widened. It was familiar!
