It was stuffy in Josef's room. The air was hot, sticky and smelled somewhat sweet. In the corner was a pile of clothes, mixed from genders and some from different people. The curtains were closed as a soaking wet male with a towel around his waist approached them. He pulled the curtain back slightly to peek out at the light street. With the new light creeping into the dark room, it illuminated a bit. In the room there was a tall bookcase.. Never would have guessed that he would have books in his room. There was a large bed, with a figure sleeping in it? Yes, a figure. A very curvy and feminine figure. The figure's breath was steady. The male looked out the window of his house, seeing the gardener down below. He waved then opened the window. The gardener began to speak. "Hello Josef," she called, "please tell me that woman will be gone before your father gets home." He sighed, wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it then let it go down to his gardener.
WHO CARES?
The gardener sighed then Josef closed the window. He brushed some hair out of the girl's face then wrote another note and left it right beside her. He dressed quickly, throwing on a red plaid scarf. It was slightly chilly outside. As he walked out, his breath let off steam as it hit the air. What a beautiful season winter... it will be here soon. He walked down the sidewalk, headed to no place in particular.