He was sitting on one of the window sills, and it was raining outside. The room was dimly lit only by a weak table lamp that stood on a table a couple of meters away from him. A girl was sitting at the table, hunched over and looking wistfully, tiredly at the laptop screen. She yawned, and a coffee mug stood nearby. She didn't know about the presence of a stranger in her room, she was already too tired. Her eyes, narrowed with fatigue, stared in despair at the unfinished chapter of the book.