Downstairs.
"Forsythia, Forsythia, I'm all ready, are you ready?"
Audrey, dressed neatly and carrying her favorite little backpack, spins around to make sure her mother isn't downstairs.
New Year is coming and she wants to experience the thrill of shopping, so she and Forsythia had agreed to go shopping at this time.
But, where is Forsythia?
She takes steps up to the second floor.
"Forsythia, Forsythia, you lazy bug. Are you not ready yet?"
Audrey runs upstairs, calling out with her small, short legs.
The childish and crisp voice startles the man in the study, who asks, "Did you really make an appointment?"
Forsythia nods hurriedly.
The fine black wood desk, the woman's black hair, and the exposed honey-white skin at the slightly open collar all add up to a strong collision of colors that makes the man's breath heavier.
The man's eyes reveal his struggle, looking back at the study door.
