Tom used the black cloth to cover her eyes, "That's it." Tom said curtly.
The door in front of him still didn't move, so Tom started knocking on his door, "I've closed my own eyes, please open the door, I have something important to ask you." Tom said.
"Swear that you won't look at me." Said the person behind the door.
Tom nodded her head even though she knew that other people wouldn't be able to see her doing that through the closed door.
The door to the room opened slowly. A salty scent from the big ocean waves came over Tom.
It didn't smell like fish, but more like being in a field with fine white salt, a sort of smell of fine salt. Clean and calming scent.
Tom's mouth felt dry. He wanted to ask about himself, about his identity, he wanted to ask why he came here, he wanted to ask what that person knew...