one way | past

-first-

when i met her, then, i couldn't know, who she was, neither, why she was.
i mean,
why she was in my apartment?

,,um, hello?" i said. she turned around. she was so nervous. i could see it in her face. her pupils, almost shaking. her lips, damaged from biting, were at that moment almost unseeable, because she pressed them together with strenght.

,,hey, you," she responded, as if she wasn't a stranger in my apartment. all the nervousity, suddenly, was gone.

,,do i know you? what are you doing here?" i asked. again, her pupils were almost shaking.

,,well, that could be kinda hard to explain, so i just won't," she smiled and put somethnig in her pocket.

,,what is that,?" i pointed at her hand. ,,i have no idea what are you talking about," she shugged her shoulders. 

i walked towards her. she didn't move an inch. i reached in her pocket and pulled out...
my underwears?