After sliding his pants back up to his waist he moves in front of the sink to wash his hands. To an outside observer the figure in the mirror would be described as average looking. John had many traditionally attractive features, a strong jawline, broad shoulders, and when measured head to toe almost six foot one. However, his driver's license says six foot two. It never hurts to tack another inch on. John has not had much luck with women, all things considered. His lack of attention to upkeep his appearance draws attention away from anything that would catch the female gaze. His dark hair is in desperate need of a hair cut as it reaches over his ears and down his forehead with a tuft upright in the back. Wisps of hair extend from his chin giving him an unshaven look, but not in a good way. He only has on pajama pants. His upper body was not amazing, but passable. Slender with slight definition from his occasional workout. John had confidence in what was hidden below the pants, but not many have the ability to confirm.
He leaves the bathroom towards the stairs. The house has enough light for him to make it all the way to the kitchen. He does not want to flip on the lights, because John does in fact have roommates. He grabs a quick bite from the fridge, a small cup of yogurt, and a spoon before making his way back up the stairs.
He flips a small lamp on, lighting the room with warm soft light. He sits down in the padded chair he had taken from his parents house before leaving. He enjoys spending his time at the desk. On it his small laptop he uses to do his schoolwork, play the occasional game and browse the internet. The desk is situated directly in front of the window. Whenever he runs into a problem he can't solve he gazes at the trees outside. While sitting the angle did not allow him to see the grass below, but the neighbors balcony on the other side of the yard was in clear view. He had never seen anyone outside despite the large pool. He wasn't even sure who lived there. Tonight though, he notices more lights on than when he had previously looked out the window.
John notices a shadow moving along the wall of the bedroom the balcony is attached to. The shadow catches his attention as it obviously belongs to a woman. The shadow is slowly disrobing a set of clothes off of its body. He is drawn in. She slowly reveals her curves, confirming for John she was in fact a woman. However the shadow left a lot up to the imagination, and John is entranced by the notion of seeing this take place. Her body, although hidden to him, in full view of the lamp, illuminating every angle onto the wall. He is disappointed as she pulls a robe over her shoulders hiding her body. John remains curious and wants to see the woman the shadow belonged to.
She walks in front of the sliding door leading to the balcony facing directly towards his window. She stops at the doorway to bend over and put on some sort of sandals. Her long hair draping down over her head and covering her face. Her hair is dark brown like chocolate.
When she finishes she slides the door open and walks out onto the balcony. It was hard to make out the details of her face in the night and this far away. He watches her slowly strut to the hot tub with colorful lights. He is transported to a runway with this woman, the model. Her hips sway back and forth with each step. The sides of her robe hugging her waist, the opening in the center swayed with each step gifting John with short glimpses of her long legs shining in the moonlight.