My mom was asking him questions, I didn't even know what she was saying. I just wanted to go to bed and sleep. He answered each question calmly but I didn't listen. I couldn't. My eyes couldn't stop staring at his face even though I tried not to. His dark hair was still wet, messy and he was wearing a black shirt. But what caught my gaze was his face. His eyes were brown, I think and he got a faucet on his right cheek when he smiled. I never saw a face like that, with features like these, they were so soft. Freckles, he got them all above his nose and below his eyes. That's pretty. "Lou?"