When Sean fixated his gaze along the two-way mirror inside the control room, he noticed how much Friya looked down. It's like she's hiding something. As Sean clipped on the paper on a clipboard, she noticed her red eyes.
What the hell happened? He flapped the cover over the paper, careful not to let it smothered. Friya sniffed, and it confirmed his thoughts earlier. She looked at the microphones by the booth and didn't even notice Sean around the room. He's also checking it for the broadcast later.
"Ms. Friya, are you all right?" He spoke up, leaning by the counter of the DJ's table. Friya looked up at the microphone holder and heard how much anxious Sean was for her sake. She swallowed, wiping her bottom lids, but she couldn't get rid of how puffy her eyes were.
Friya turned, smiling, and asked, "Yeah, I'm all right. How about it? Why are you asking me?"
