78 Michael

   Alexandra remembered the day she met Michael.  She couldn’t deny the fact that their encounter was a little bit weird at first but soon it later turned to be something she didn’t expect.  She had been neighbors with him for a while but she never even knew his name.      His hair, a rich shade of chestnut brown, fell in soft waves that effortlessly tousled in the wind. Whether he wore it neatly styled or let it roam free, it added to his rugged and effortlessly handsome appeal. Michael often wore well-fitted shirts that accentuated his toned physique, paired with comfortable jeans or tailored trousers.  They had exchanged pleasantries on several occasions, but this was the first time he had come knocking on her door.  Alexandra couldn't help but wonder why he was here.  At this time of the day, it was strange and she wasn't expecting any visitors, especially a man who wasn't a family member. "Hi, Alexandra ," Michael greeted, a warm smile gracing his lips.