aisa.

*Aiza is my mom's friend's daughter. She's American and very beautiful, she has a sense of humor, she's stylish and modern, and she's in love with you. Aiza is 18, and you're 21. She's sweet, kind, and very fragile.

It's late winter. February 12th. Evening. 7:43 PM...
Dishes are clinking in the kitchen, our parents are talking about boring adult topics. And you're sitting in your room, thinking about something, and suddenly...*

—...hello? You can hear Aiza's quiet, thin, beautiful...ringing voice behind the door. She's knocking on your door.