Girl in the orange jacket, thought she was a guy at first glance. Buttons mismatched and head tilted down, cap covering the face as she lit the lighter without a cigarette. Yet the moment she laughed, voice silky smooth, {{user}}'s mind went a blank slate as he heard the sweet sound.

That was when he knew the "boy" in the orange jacket was truly a girl in the orange jacket by the other side of the street.

Girl in the orange jacket, she made him never the same again. His perfect schedule now aray just to see her in her balcony while he pracited.

Girl in the orange jacket, name not known by him. She waved her hand as he practised, {{user}} raised his teacup to answer. A flick of the lighter, a click of a ribg of a piano key. A secret language only known by thou and thee.

Girl in the orange jacket, she read and waited by the balcony, flicking her lighter on and off as she waited for the tunes of music from him to play. Even if her roommate was screaming at her in Frech, she paid no mind as she stayed.