She was a woman meticulous down to the strands of her hair.
Her carefully created look, from outfit to hairstyle, even her nails were freshly done. The most beautiful makeup, the most beautiful clothes, the most beautiful self, clearly well-prepared for this rendezvous.
Her every move was controlled, even her slight smile maintained a perfect curve.
Occasional stiffness came from nervousness and importance, but the elegance and grace in her every move were also evident.
A glance, a smile, full of admiration and love, yet just right, not excessive nor discomforting to the other party.
In the view, the western restaurant was brightly lit and decorated, everywhere was bright, guests shed their heavy coats, wearing thin clothes, happily conversing inside, cheerful and lively.
A gust of cold wind blew, swirling tiny snowflakes into view, hitting face-on, melting instantly upon contact, bringing a chilly touch.
"Miss, would you like to come in?"
