111 Fine doll

Linda let out a heavy sigh, her hand instinctively reaching up to tousle her hair as she tried to make sense of the situation. With a gentle turn, she found herself facing the colorful array of flowers, their petals swaying in the gentle breeze, offering a moment of tranquility amidst the rush of emotions swirling inside her. “You know,” a voice interrupted her thoughts, causing her to turn around to see the man she had encountered in the dining room the day before. “Sometimes he's like that.” “What do you mean?” Linda inquired, her curiosity piqued by the stranger's words. “He's sometimes moody,” the man explained, his tone tinged with understanding. “And what's your name?” Linda asked, eager to learn more about the enigmatic figure before her. “Alexander,” he muttered, his gaze drifting momentarily before returning to meet hers. “I'm his younger brother.” “He doesn't want to hang out with me before I leave for Chicago,” Linda admitted, a hint of disappointment creep