KOL
After struggling a lot to decide whether to knock or not, I finally gathered enough courage to knock on the door of the guest room. My knuckles rapped gently against the wood, producing a hesitant "Knock! Knock!"
A soft, inviting voice emerged from inside the room, "Yes, please feel free to come in, Metaso," Becca replied to my knock.
I hesitated for a moment, then twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit room. "Actually, I'm not Metaso," I informed her as I entered, my voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.
There she was, still in my favorite T-shirt, holding her jeans in her hand, looking at me with those most beautiful dark coffee brown eyes.
Why is she still in my favorite T-shirt? Was our spare dryer that slow? It had already be
