He stood beside her , staring closely at her with his fathomless eyes.
The woman had very light skin, as smooth and white as fine cream. Her long chestnut-colored hair was tied in a semi-loose little bun, and her thick bangs were hanging down to her eyebrows.
Her drooping eyelashes, like beautiful butterfly wings, were quivering slightly. She had a pretty, straight little nose and underneath were a pair of light pink lips.
At a cursory glance, he formerly hadn't found anything very special about her.
But as he was now scrutinizing her, she looked more and more delicate and pretty. He could also catch a whiff of her light fragrance.
He breathed deeply. That fragrance was vaguely familiar to him, giving him a sense of déjà vu. It was not the smell of any popular perfume, but
