A Head for Company
My heel struck the flooring, transmitting a monotonous echo throughout the vacant corridor. The hall was colored in a noxious shade of white; I shunned the desire to conceal my vision. White supposedly clams the mind, no wonder it was chosen to adorn these particular walls. It had an affect to some degree, though it was not particularly kind to the eyes. It took me a prolonged amount of time before acknowledging an alternate presence.
At the opposite end of the passage a man stood stiffly, his hands neatly folded behind him. His thin black silhouette contrasted the blinding white backdrop.
He was cold, though not in literal terms, in the way of a deep indigo seeping into your aura His thin black silhouette contrasting the blinding white backdrop.
"Hello."