EN 9

« Actually, I’m looking for someone. » she declared point blank.

Bang!, shock wave in my head. It was exactly the sentence I retained myself to pronounce to avoid being looked as a fool.

Certainly, she wasn’t afraid by the judgment of others concerning her mental health. A pen and a paintbrush held her tangled hair, forming a kind of bun. Her style, even probably well studied, didn’t match with any trend from the present or the past.