The next day, in the afternoon, Stark entered Lisa's room in the wheelchair. I noticed her peacefully napping on the bed. Rolled the wheel to move towards her. His hand took out a hairband from his dress's right pocket and tingled on her forehead to wake her up.
"Ahh!" moaned Lisa, sitting up once she saw Stark's smiley face. "Is this the surprise you meant?" Her uninterested look captured Stark's lack of expression.
"Turn around," he commented. She obeyed without raising the question. His soft hand combed her slightly messy long hair, which led Lisa to blush in the blink of an eye. She pressed her palms together in between her folded legs as her cheeks became reddish, lowering her shy eyes.
