I looked at her with equally the same shock, seeing her lovely white curls dimly illuminated by the pale moonlight that crept through the glass windows. She looked innocent, but at the same time, out of place in her position.
“M-Mach!” she manages to say, her light voice surprised by the sight of me. I looked at her and crossed my eyebrows.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her, my voice heavy and digging. She looked at me nervously. If we were to see each other properly, without crouching like cats ready to stalk for the night, then I might have seen more of how her temples were now sweating, her body slightly shaking, and her muttering silent prayers.
“I-I was just looking for the b-bathroom,” she says innocently, looking at her right and left. I checked it also, following her gaze, an
