Nice to meet you, Isabella

The door swung open with a clang, revealing a scene bathed in golden afternoon sunlight. 

The light streamed through an open window, causing the light blue curtains to flutter gently in the breeze. This soft movement not only made the curtains ripple like the hem of a lotus leaf but also caused the shoulder-length hair of a girl sitting behind a desk to sway.

She was an unfamiliar girl, seemingly one Sam had never seen before. She had been reading a book but looked up at the sound of the door opening. 

Her bangs, a blend between a middle part and straight across, seemed to shift with her mood. Her cheeks were smooth and fair, untouched by blemishes, and her large, clear eyes sparkled like jewels. 

Dressed in a black pleated mini skirt, her legs were neatly together, straight and slender.