The sudden words from Roman had Julie's heart almost slip out of her chest. She hadn't noticed him get up from the bed and stand behind her. Turning her head, she saw him looking at the notes she had made.
Roman said, "You have applied the wrong formula," and he turned his gaze to meet her eyes. He had been reading when he noticed the sound of Julie's pencil had stopped making noise against the paper.
He now crouched behind her, staring at her handwriting. "It is messy," he said, chewing the gum while not explaining what to her.
Julie looked back at her notes, a frown forming on her forehead, "I thought this was the one we make use of," she murmured, flipping her pages again. "Which one do you make use of then?"
Roman raised his hand forward, and Julie wondered if he was asking for the pencil or the book, "Money."
"Huh?" Julie responded, confused.
