Chapter 4i
The doorbell rang.
“Well, go on! Let’s not keep her waiting,” said Thalia.
Yanni stood up reluctantly and walked towards the door. He was anxious as if waiting for a date. He bit his lips and opened the door to his house.
On the porch stood a lady in a blue dress. Hands shyly in front, black hair in a simple ponytail, plain shoes matching her dress. Tiny in figure. She was neither too pretty nor too sexy, but certainly had an appealing face to please the senses.
Yanni thought that would fit right in the Ellipsis ideology. After all, too pretty a face and too hot a body and you are talking about a serious distraction, not a source of inspiration. No, she was exactly right, a pretty girl when smiling, but ordinary enough to let you concentrate on work while having her around.
