She was mysterious, and very intriguing. She wouldn't leave the house without make-up fixed and a pair of high heels that matched just a few centimeters below the height of the average male. She had dimples, a pair of them , which captivated anyone who was lucky enough to predict this gorgeous beauty, accompanied by two lines of straight white teeth and a pair of thick outlet-free lips. She was perfect, and that's what made her so intriguing. I on the other hand, went to pick up the mail that was placed just above my simple black mat, while the mat that laid beneath her tiny feet was furry, pink, and free of stains. Then one day, she was gone. Not a trace of her whereabouts left behind.