She had chosen against straightening her hair today, letting free her natural waves that framed her face so beautifully. Her pale skin seemed ethereal in the soft light that peeked through his blinds, to protect her from the sloth and ache the sun caused her. She looked like she was crafted from marble, by some greek artist who dared to make a goddess flesh. She was everything he wanted and everything he remembered her being.
She noticed him staring and became embarrassed, but didn't falter her movements once.