call me by your name - inspired

through the window

i saw him first getting out of his red vintage Chevrolet. he was wearing a white linen, shortsleeved shirt, which was barely buttoned. he had on beige shorts, to relieve himself from the  blazing heat of the day. i could even see his tanned complexion glowing from the sunshine, he was built like a statue, perfectly sculpted and defined. he was my fathers apprentice who arrived in these early hours, all the way from america. as i watched him greet my father at the entrance to our chateau, from my bedroom window. i realized what a mess i looked. i had just woken up from my sleep and was just wearing a white tank top with blue striped linen shorts. my golden brown hair was untamed, and my skin was covered in tan lines from my previous day at the beach.
  i quickly rushed to my mirror. i brushed my hair as fast as possible, and got into a white ruffled skirt and a navy off-the-shoulder puffy cropped top. i put on my white frilled socks and my black patent loafers. finally, i applied a red lipstick i stole from my mother to show-off my new found maturity from my sixteenth.