Alison

Tired eyes slid along the street - the evening had already covered the city with its soft blanket. I walked slowly, enjoying the cool autumn air after a hot day. In the pocket of my backpack lay an old flash drive with project materials: all I had to do was summarize a couple of tables and write a conclusion, but for some reason right now it seemed as if the fate of my whole life depended on this task.

She lived far from the center, in a quiet area of ​​the old city, where the houses still remembered the times of my childhood. Coming closer, I noticed her window - it was faintly glowing with a warm yellow light through the half-closed curtains. I felt warm inside, as if this distant ray was specially intended for me alone.

The bell rang with a soft, melodic sound, and soon the door swung open. Lisa stood in front of me, smiling at the corners of her lips, slightly embarrassedly adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out.

• Hi! Come in quickly, the kettle is almost boiling!

Her voice was soft, filling the room with coziness. We settled into the living room, sitting next to each other on the couch. Her room was surprisingly warm and welcoming: favorite flowers were everywhere, books were neatly stacked on the coffee table, and a painting of a forest path hung on the wall.

Tired eyes slid along the street - the evening had already covered the city with its soft blanket. I walked slowly, enjoying the cool autumn air after a hot day. In the pocket of my backpack lay an old flash drive with project materials: all I had to do was summarize a couple of tables and write a conclusion, but for some reason right now it seemed as if the fate of my whole life depended on this task.

She lived far from the center, in a quiet area of ​​the old city, where the houses still remembered the times of my childhood. Coming closer, I noticed her window - it was faintly glowing with a warm yellow light through the half-closed curtains. I felt warm inside, as if this distant ray was specially intended for me alone.

The bell rang with a soft, melodic sound, and soon the door swung open. Lisa stood in front of me, smiling at the corners of her lips, slightly embarrassedly adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out.

• Hi! Come in quickly, the kettle is almost boiling!

Her voice was soft, filling the room with coziness. We settled into the living room, sitting next to each other on the couch. Her room was surprisingly warm and welcoming: favorite flowers were everywhere, books were neatly stacked on the coffee table, and a painting of a forest path hung on the wall.