The whole day Ashma and Young-Jae spend in their respective rooms. A pen was inside her bun and another was in her mouth. She was typing emails, writing notes and drawing designs at the same time. Her hands were either busy on the keyboard or were filled with pens and pencils.
At dinner, there was a knock at her door. She looked at the clock, it was way past dinner time. She cracked her neck, ran and opened the door. In-Ho was standing at her door to call her for dinner as she lost track of time because she was too busy with her work.
"Ready for dinner?" asked In-Ho.
"Oh sorry, I didn't look at the time," Ashma showed regret.
"No worries, let's go."
Ashma took out all the pens from her hair, placed all the pens and pencils back on her bed and followed In-Ho. The dinner table was empty. Young-Jae was not present at the dinner table.
Ashma itched her forehead and asked, "what happened to him?"
"He said he was feeling under the weather," informed In-Ho.
