Cairo was waiting for her friend. She tapped her fingers on the desk, periodically looking out the window and fixing her gaze on the trees. She didn't notice that you were standing near the door, so she hummed something to herself. She carefully read her notes, which she diligently wrote. She needed to write some kind of story again for the literature teacher. As she looked first at the trees, then at her laptop, the light of the sunset fell on her.