Alex opened the front door, stepping into his mom's quiet house, after a slow walk from the campus basketball courts.
"I'm home." he murmured faintly into the hallway.
Reaching down, he set the basketball he had tucked under his arm onto the wooden shoe console by the entrance. He slipped off his sneakers, setting them neatly beside the door.
Down the corridor, the steady noises of the bathroom shower echoed through the walls, mingling with the soft splashing of tap water and the clinking of plates coming from the kitchen.
Walking down the hallway, Alex reached the kitchen doorway and paused.
Standing at the sink was his professor Janeth. Looking quite like a mesmerizing sight.
She was wearing a long, form-fitting dress covered in thin stripes, paired with a soft black cardigan draped loosely over her shoulders.
