Lucas walked into the room and found Dionne sprawled on the bed still in her afternoon clothes. The ink he drew on her face was still there although some had begun to fade. Lucas walked slowly to the bed. He stood for a while examining her face, when he saw the drawings which she have yet to wash off, he smiled to himself.
He sat next to her and removed some of the hairs that covered her face. Dionne stirred in her sleep as a result of the dip caused by Lucas climbing the bed. It didn't take long for her to settle down and resume her deep sleep.
Her sudden movement startled Lucas but he calmed down when he saw that she wouldn't wake. Even with the ugly drawings on her face, Lucas couldn't help but be in awe of her beauty. He remembered when they first met, back then in college. She was the school's belle while he was, oh well, that guy.
