He gazed out of the window. In the room facing his, he saw the woman with yellowish eyes. They were yellowish like amber, the shades inside them creating erotic designs. There was a white and thin curtain at her window. When the light was on, the cloth looked orange and a perfume would come from the night as if it was coming from her glassy, colored eyes.
He would wait for her to look at him, with those eyes composed with liquids. She finally turned to him, her look tinging the rain that has started to fall.
He opened the window. He wanted to ask for her name. But she turned off the light and disappeared into the darkness of her room.
There was now only the damp smell of concrete brought by the wind filling the void between them while her eyes remained yellowish for a stranger.