Amy and Blake were still in the programming room after long hours. They had been so engrossed in what they were doing that they practically lost track of time.
Blake turned to look at Amy as she worked so intensely like her life depended on it. She had her brows knitted and tight frown lines creased her forehead. Blake signed exasperatedly seeing her like that. This was the reason why she fell sick. She works herself to the bone.
She was even working more than him. With each tap of a key, her frown deepened and her eyes narrowed.
Amy was startled when Blake suddenly grabbed her hand stopping her fingers from tapping the next key. She snapped her neck towards him, as she looked at him with a questioning gaze and an arched brow.
"Stop working" He told her.
"Huh?" She didn't understand him. Didn't they promise not to leave there until they had a reasonable and applicable solution, so why was he stopping her now?
