He stepped out of his black-colored Sedan and walked directly towards the stairs of her home. He was wearing a wine-colored shirt tucked into the blue colored trousers and Shiny black shoes with untied laces. He was dressed up like a person who wanted to run out naked but feared that everyone in the street will take out the camera and start filming him, naked.
He looked around and went straight into the house. The door made a cracking sound upon opening. He stepped inside, his oxfords making the crunchy sound on the maple wood floor. The air smelled of lavender, but the smell from the kitchen, of freshly cooked food and burnt spices, dominated the atmosphere. He looked around and saw no one. The room was poorly lit. apart from the table lamp in the corner of the drawing room, a few...