Chapter 18

• An Unforgettable Encounter
• I entered my room, a smirk adorning my lips, indicator of my good mood, and was soon changing into my pajamas. I looked dismissively at my untidy desk, knowing I would have no problems finding whatever I needed in the morning – despite the almost impossible disorder – since that was just my way of tidying things up. I then longingly looked at my queen-seized bed which was just under the window but forced my legs to take me to the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth.
• It was safe to say that all what had happened in the evening had made me tired since as soon as my head hit the pillow, I dozed off.