He was not attracted to her, she was not particularly pretty nor she had a charming personality. But he was intrigued.
It was late at night when he came back from the craziness of the night market. The night was warm and humid. He sipped his ice cold bottle of green tea and proceeded to light up his cigarette, after a few puffs he popped the bubble in the filter which released the strong menthol flavour. It was nice.
He contemplated the spirals of smoke going up to the street lamps. His mind was blank.
He climbed up the dark staircase, entered the four digit code and walked into the now deserted hostel and proceeded to the bathroom where he took a quick hot shower. He then walked into the dark room, trying his best not to be loud. It was cold and filled with the sound of snoring; he crawled into the small and hard bed, it was just a matter of minutes before he fell asleep.
When he opened his eyes early in the morning, he saw her picking up her backpack, they made eye contact for a second and said good bye. He closed his eyes; it might have been for a minute or an hour, but when he opened them again, she was gone. They will never meet again.
