In the deep hours of the night, submerged in a sea of knowledge, Elias faintly heard the sound of a shower running.
Stepping out of his room, he looked down the hall toward the bathroom.
The door was indeed closed, and the sound of water flowing was clear.
Elias smirked, amused at how quickly Isabella seemed to have adapted to her first day here.
Feeling a bit sleepy from all the reading, Elias yawned and headed to his bedroom on the second floor.
Just then, the bathroom door gently opened, and he came face to face with Isabella, fresh from her shower.
"Your complexion looks much better, Professor," Elias commented with a smile.
The steamy warmth wafted from behind her, probably from the hot shower and the meal, making her cheeks rosy.
Isabella paused, still reluctant to engage with him, continuing to dry her damp hair with a towel.
