Staring at the view outside through the window.
Even though with the earphones on, I could hear the noise of the vehicles passing by. Seeing as the trees sway around with the wind, I could tell the scent of the air had changed. The woman we are waiting for had finally arrived. As the fragrance of her perfume goes through the air as she passed by my seat. A woman with a strong personality, wearing a top that is white with florals. It looks comfortable to my eyes for it matches the cold and gloomy weather. I should be relaxed yet I taste the bitterness of my lips as if I am being questioned. The way she stands tall in front astounds me but, as she starts to look at us one by one the silence sorrounds the atmosphere. I could feel the breeze of the ceiling fan brushing through my skin, and the coldness of my hands as I held it together. It trembles as I squeeze my pen. But when she smiles and starts to talk with a strong voice that seems to motivates us, the trembling is put to a halt. For it is another thrilling and bountiful day with her again, in this four walls of a room.
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