Emmett opens the door of his room to Vivian. Vivian already had seen the room countless of times, though after the slight fall with their families, Emmett thought it was right to gave a small tour of the place.
"This is my small desk, a place of where I study." Emmett stretched an arm to the desk that sat near the window. Books filled most of the desk space, with an ink and a pen ready to be used at the corner. Papers also were stalked on the ground of the desk, papers that were used and written.
It wasn't common knowledge that Emmett Jackson enjoyed writing and reading. It was something he kept to himself and made sure the maids don't dare touch his work space. A place he escapes too or resigns too.
Vivian eyes the piles of books, "I see now why you want to go to Oxford."
Emmett shyly smiles, "I indeed am going for the wealth of its knowledge, and for the books."
