The chime of an incoming message broke the silence of the three-by-four-meter rental room.
The fresh scent of soap mingled with warm steam rising from his skin, filling the stuffy corners of the room.
Mark stood in front of the mirror. A towel was draped around his neck, which he moved randomly to dry the droplets of water still falling from the ends of his hair after his shower.
His tall frame looked much more refreshed, though the traces of exhaustion from working overtime at the office still lingered beneath his darkened eyelids.
His tall frame looked much more refreshed after a full day of exhausting work. His hectic work schedule had completely drained his focus, leaving clear traces of fatigue visible beneath his darkened eyelids.
As he moved the towel haphazardly to absorb the remaining water from his head, a lyric-less melody drifted softly from his lips, which curved into a faint smile. His weary eyes gazed intently at his own reflection on the mirror's surface.
