Hyson sat under the shade of the tree with a notebook and a pen in his hand. A slow breeze caressed his face intermittently. The mottled sunlight fell on him through the gaps between the leaves. He seemed to be in his own world as he wrote something in his notebook very seriously.
Someone came to sit beside him but he didn't even notice it until that person started talking, "Why are you so lost these days?"
Hyson paused and turned to look at the little kid sitting beside him. He smiled at him and said, "I have something to do and until I'm done with it, I'll be looking lost like this." He took a pause and asked, "What are you doing here? Isn't your scene done for the day, Rowan?"
"It is done," replied little Rowan. "But it's been days since I didn't get the chance to speak to you. So, I came over here to find you."
"Your scenes are gonna be completed soon, right?" asked Hyson. "What are you doing after that?"
"I'm going back to school."
