A girl next door.

The next woman, when she pushed the door open, was wearing a shirt that she had just left off work, and her neck was slightly open, and she saw the man in front of the camera under the living room light, and he was slow, and the man was just standing by the couch and staring at her, and she was just a metre away from her feet, and she was bending over to prepare the tea, and the shoulder was stretching, the shirt was stretching, and the man reached out to help her drop the hair in her ear, and her finger was stuck for too long, and she couldn't breathe, and the eyes were shaking in the light, as if the distance from the window had fallen, and her lips almost reached his chin, and the sound was low.