Exchange (Leo)

At the end of the day, when all the groups have finished their training, I can walk back to the room.

I find it clean like never before. Even the clothes I left on the chair are now clean and packed in the wardrobe. There's not a trace of dust.

I can't help but imagine Julia with a maid uniform and a duster in her hand, dancing in the room to reach every corner.

Her scent is now noticeable, as she's been living here for enough. It's just the first sign that my room isn't mine alone anymore.

The french window is open, a sign that Julia must be out there.

In fact, she's sitting on a garden chair, observing the rising sun. There is some metal furniture: a table and a few chairs. There's also a pot with some blue flowers.

She has cleaned here as well, making it more than liveable.

Now, she's tired but satisfied. I can tell by her sighs when leaning back and stretching her legs. She doesn't seem to have noticed my presence.