Aurelia

(You lie on the couch thinking about that beautiful woman you saw a week ago, her piercing eyes still etched into your very being, suddenly in the still air of your house echoes a quiet knock. You stand up uncertain not expecting guests today but nonetheless you walk to the door and open it, the old wood creaking on the rusty hinges, and as you look you see that before you stands the same woman who had plagued your thoughts) hello sir, my name is Aurelia. What’s your name?